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The Preface.
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The little Taper which should give the Light,
Me thought waxt dim, to see thy Eye so bright.
Me thought waxt dim, to see thy Eye so bright.
Again,
Your Love and Hate is this, I now do prove you,
You Love in Hate, by Hate to make me love you.
You Love in Hate, by Hate to make me love you.
And to the Countess of Bedford, one of his great Patronesses;
Sweet Lady yet, grace this poore Muse of mine,
Whose Faith, whose Zeal, whose Life, whose All is thine.
Whose Faith, whose Zeal, whose Life, whose All is thine.
The next that I shall mention, is taken out of an ingenious Poem, entituled, The Tale of the Swans, written by William Vallans in blank Verse in the time of Queen Elizabeth; for the reprinting of which, we are obliged to that ingenious and most 4 industrious Preserver and Restorer of Antiquities, Mr. Thomas Hearne of Oxford;
Among the which the merrie Nightingale
With swete, and swete (her Brest again Thorne.)
With swete, and swete (her Brest again Thorne.)
In another Place,
And in the Launde, hard by rite pane of Ware.
Afterwards,
To Ware he comes, and to the Launde he fies .
Again,
And in this Pompe they hie them to the Head.
I come
