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To the Cittie Erythræa.
orshipfull Earth; giuer of all things good?
Giuer of, euen Felicitie; whose flood
The Minde all-ouer steepes, in honey Dewe.
That, to some Men, dost infinite kindenesse shew;
To others that despise thee, art a Shrew.
And giu'st them Gamesters galls; who, once, their Maine
Lost with an ill cāhce; fare like Abiects slaine.
Giuer of, euen Felicitie; whose flood
The Minde all-ouer steepes, in honey Dewe.
That, to some Men, dost infinite kindenesse shew;
To others that despise thee, art a Shrew.
And giu'st them Gamesters galls; who, once, their Maine
Lost with an ill cāhce; fare like Abiects slaine.
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