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TO all those
happy blessings which ye haue,
with plenteous hand
by heauen vpon you thrown:
this one disparagement
they to you gaue,
that ye your loue lent to so meane
a one.
Yee whose high worths surpassing paragon,
could not on earth haue found one fit for mate,
ne
but in heauen matchable to none,
why did ye stoup
vnto so lowly state.
But ye thereby much greater
glory gate,
then had ye sorted with a princes pere:
for now your light doth more it selfe dilate,
and in my darknesse greater doth appeare.
Yet since
your light hath once enlumind me,
with my reflex
yours shall encreased be.
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