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Thus, in short writing couch'd, behold the test,
And glorious tryal of a grand inquest;
And th' impartial judgment here discovers,
The crown and tryumph that attend true lovers.
The trope is lost, unless you reade what meant I,
But to bespeake another foure-and-twenty.
This yeare their foreman, in poetike fury,
Gives you the sense and soul of their grand jury;
And in the name and nature of Apollo,
Doth fairly prophecy the rest shall follow.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Madam, you see both heart and hand agree
To court your genius, and wee hope to see
Your joyes growue up unto a jubilye.