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WHen Wolsey died me seemes the sunne did set,
And that his glory with himselfe did waine;
But since his death another did beget,
Which lendes him helpe, his life to reobtaine,
One sunne did set, but two do rise againe:
Cease you that wont admire the starres alone,
Your eies haue now enough to gaze vpon.
Shine Wolsey; cause the world to wonder stil,
And thou true sunne of great Apollo shine,
The world with thy conceited volumes fill,
Smoothe Tasso, and the famous * 1.1 Florentine,
Their garlands now to thee do both resigne,
Laura that greene hath slourish'd all this while,
Lies blasted now at the thunder of thy stile.
Thomas Michelborne.