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XXVII. To a Lady, upon her leaving the City.
Madam,
EVer since you left London, all joyes and good fortune have left us, the heavens have not ceased to shed continual | 1.1 teares for your absence, and Mars has frownd upon all our undertakings, nor can we hope to re∣ceive good news or enjoy fair weather, till the rayes and vertue of your presence returne hither, to uncloud the watry element and uncharm the fortune of War. Whilst in this sadnes, I was stu∣dying what might render my lines worthy your acceptance, the enclosed arrives with the much wish'd for news of — And if this prove in any measure an Antidote to prevent the contagion of sadder thoughts, which these times are apt to ad∣minister, I shall enjoy the height of my ambition, which holds no title in competition with that of
Madam,
Your humble servant, T. B.