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Ioy of my
life, full oft for louing you
I blesse my lot, that
was so lucky placed:
but then the more your owne
mishap I rew,
that are so much by so meane loue
embased.
For had the equall heuens so much you
graced
in this as in the rest, ye mote inuent
som heuenly wit, whose verse could haue enchased
your glorious name in golden moniment.
But since ye
deignd so goodly to relent
to me your thrall, in
whom is little worth,
that little that I am, shall
all be spent,
in setting your immortall prayses
forth.
Whose lofty argument vplifting me,
shall
lift you vp vnto an high degree.
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