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Wer’t ought to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honoring,
Or layd great baſes for eternity,
Which proues more ſhort then waſt or ruining?
Haue I not ſeene dwellers on forme and fauor
Loſe all,and more by paying too much rent
For compound ſweet;Forgoing ſimple ſauor,
Pittiful thriuors in their gazing ſpent.
Noe,let me be obſequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblacion,poore but free ,
Which is not mixt with ſeconds,knows no art,
But mutuall render, onely me for thee.
   Hence,thou ſubbornd Informer,a trew ſoule
   When moſt impeacht,ſtands leaſt in thy controule.

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