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To the Lady
Margaret Ley
Daughter to that good Earl, once
President
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee,
And
left them both, more in himself content,
Till sad the
breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that
dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty,
Killed with report that old man eloquent.
Though
later born than to have known the days
Wherein your
father flourished, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see
him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues
praise,
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honoured Margaret.
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