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Nor yet the fiery Youth of Macedon,Shall have the dignitie t'attend his Throne:But mighty Iulius, who had thoughts so highThey humble seem'd, when th'aim'd at victorie;And own'd a Soule so learn'd; Truth fear'd that sheeMight stand too nak'd, neere his Philosophie:In anger, valiant, gently calme, in love;He soar'd an Eagle, but he stoop'd a Dove!Know, Queene of light; hee onely doth appeare,Fit to embrace your Royall Lover here:Nor thinke my promise is the ayrie boastOf a dead Greeke, a thinne-light-talking-Ghost:It shall be well perform'd; and all I dareFor those just toyles commend unto your care;Is but a Poets humble suit; who nowWith everlasting Wreaths may deck his Brow;Since first your Poet call'd; and by that stileHe is my Deputy throughout your Isle.

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