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To Tho: Carew.
(1)
Vpon my conscience whenso e're thou dy'st
(Though in the black, the mourning time of Lent)
There will be seene, in Kings-street (where thou ly'st)
More triumphs, than in dayes of Parl'ament.
Vpon my conscience whenso e're thou dy'st
(Though in the black, the mourning time of Lent)
There will be seene, in Kings-street (where thou ly'st)
More triumphs, than in dayes of Parl'ament.
(2)
How glad, and gaudy then will Lovers be?
For ev'ry Lover that can Verses read,
Hath beene so injur'd by thy Muse, and thee,
Ten Thousand, Thousand times, he wish'd thee dead.
How glad, and gaudy then will Lovers be?
For ev'ry Lover that can Verses read,
Hath beene so injur'd by thy Muse, and thee,
Ten Thousand, Thousand times, he wish'd thee dead.
(3)
Not but thy Verses are as smooth, and high,
As Glory, Love, or Wine, from Wit can rayse;
Not but thy Verses are as smooth, and high,
As Glory, Love, or Wine, from Wit can rayse;
But
