Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 1. To the King Great Monarch, since the worlds nativity, No mind, nor body had so divine parts To grace the State of Sov’rain Majesty, As hath your Royall person, whose deserts Soare higher ’bove the reach of other Kings, Then the bright Sun transcends terrestriall things. |
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