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We dare not looke at other crowning boughes,
But leave the laurell unto them that may.
Lowe as the earth, though our invention move:
High yet as heaven (to you) our spotles love.
Michaell Drayton.
(4.)
To the Honour of my Noble Patron,
Sir Walter Aston;
As other my poems, so I consecrate these my pastoral posies.
M. Drayton.
(5.)
Moses in a Map of His Miracles.
1604.
To My Esteemed Patron, Sir Walter Aston,
Knight of the Honourable Order of the Bathe.
Although our sundry, (yet our sacred) flames,
Worke divers and as contrarie effects,[1]
Yet than your owne, we seeke not other names,
Nor stranger arches our free muse erects.
- ↑ I am quite at a lose to understand the meaning of these two lines. This dedication is not in Anderson's, or Chalmers's edition of the British Poets.
