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To my well-accomplish'd friend Mr. Ben. Iohnson.

I LOUE thy parts; so must loue thy whole;
 Then still be whole in thy belouèd parts;
Th' art sound in body, but some say thy soule
Enuy doth vleer; yet corrupted hearts
Such censurers may haue; But if thou bee
An enuious soule, would thou couldst enuy mee:
 But (ah!) I feare my vertues are too darke
 For enules shadow from so bright a sparke.
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