To my deere friend and Pupill Mr. Henry Twiddy, another of the some, &c.

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L OOKE to your head, your hand to me commit,
And I will make it pumpe your head for witt
For letters fiue that may (in letters faire),
Lure to your hand bright angells through the aire
Of your faire fame; and when you weary bee
Of entertaining them, then send for mee,
And I will helpe you; sith they still are blest
That angells do deceaue, or with them rest,
And so (good Hal) I hope though you bee leane
You'l pray and fast (and keepe your hands still cleane)
To make you worthy to receaue them still;
And if you'l vse my seruice, so I will,
 Sith most men now will rather God forsake
 Then angells, which a man a god do make.