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Tixall Poetry.
Judge we must not by the event,
What the servise ought t' have bin.
What the servise ought t' have bin.
Heere plenty only makes me poore,
Commands me speake, and hold my peace;
When all is saide, yet you have more
Perfections as your dayes increase.
Commands me speake, and hold my peace;
When all is saide, yet you have more
Perfections as your dayes increase.
This satisfaction I pretend;
Since I your vertues would have showne.
That though I cannot gaine my end,
I have that I would have them knowne.
Since I your vertues would have showne.
That though I cannot gaine my end,
I have that I would have them knowne.
To
Mr E T,
Who Holds Selfe-Love in All Our Actions.
Selfe-love in all? sure I am not awake!
My dreames abuse me, or my eares mistake.
So knowne a iudgment such an errour hold!
He not believe't, though nere so often told.
My dreames abuse me, or my eares mistake.
So knowne a iudgment such an errour hold!
He not believe't, though nere so often told.
