London :: Printed by M[iles] F[lesher] for Iohn Marriot, and are to be sold at his shop in St Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street,
1633.
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"Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A69225.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 21, 2024.
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To Sir H. W. at his going Ambassa∣dor
to Venice.
AFter those reverend papers, whose soule isOur good and great Kings lov'd hand and fear'd name▪By which to you he derives much of his,And (how he may) makes you almost the same,
A Taper of his Torch, a copie writFrom his Originall, and a faire beameOf the same warme, and dazeling Sun, though itMust in another Sphere his vertue streame:
After those learned papers which your handHath stor'd with notes of use and pleasures too,From which rich treasury you may commandFit matter whether you will write or doe:
After those loving papers, where friends sendWith glad griefe, to your Sea-ward steps, farewel,Which thicken on you now, as prayers ascendTo heaven in troupes at'a good mans passing bell:
Admit this honest paper, and allowIt such an audience as your selfe would aske;What you must say at Venice this meanes now,And hath for nature, what you have for taske.
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To sweare much love, not to be chang'd beforeHonour alone will to your fortune fit;Nor shall I then honour your fortune, moreThen I have done your honour wanting it.
But'tis an easier load (though both oppresse)To want, then governe greatnesse, for wee areIn that, our owne and onely businesse,In this, wee must for others vices care;
'Tis therefore well your spirits now are plac'dIn their last Furnace, in activity;Which fits them (Schooles and Courts and warres o'rpastTo touch and test in any best degree.
For mee, (if there be such a thing as I)Fortune (if there be such a thing as shee)Spies that I beare so well her tyranny,That she thinks nothing else so fit for mee;
But though she part us, to heare my oft prayersFor your increase, God is as neere mee here;And to send you what I shall begge, his stairesIn length and ease are alike every where.
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