I find thee such: so kind, so true to mee,
That I must owe both love, and life to thee
Nor was’t thy love alone, but thy desert,
That made me in this place thy name insert,
For this I say; and speake but what I know;
Thy mind and body doe such rare gifts show,
As scarce are found else-where (which used well)
The times will hardly yeeld thy paralell.
(Ralph Knevet)
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