Whatever in Philoclea the fair
Or the discreet Pamela figur’d are,
Change but the name the virtues are your owne,
And for a fiction there a truth is knowne:
If any service here perform’d you see,
If duty and affection paynted bee
Within these leaves: may you be pleas’d to know
They only shadow what I truly owe
To your desart: thus I a glasse have sent
Which both myself and you doth represent.
(William Strode)
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