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To IDEA.
LAst yeare I drew (faire Dame) by very chance,
Thy Noble name amongst a number moe:
Glad was my soule to see the weirds aduance
The happy hazard of my fortune so:
And proud thereof, vpon my pate I plac'd thee,
With anagram's and Sonets sweet I grac'd thee.
But now (wise Dame) behold a wonder strange,
Which both I wish thee to beleeue and heare:
(I am so loath where once I choose, to change)
That in my heart thou harbours all this yeare:
Then from a Hat I drew thee err I saw thee,
Now from my hart it is my doome to draw thee.
Why should I hazard what I haue so sure,
Or scrape thy name into a scuruie Scrowle?
O thou art writ in blood's characters pure,
Within the center of my louesick soule:
Let others try a fortune blind and beare thee,
Both on my head & in my heart I'le weare thee.