To My Worthyly Much-Esteemed Friend, Tho. Hawkins Esquire

Thou lou'st the Muse, then thee she needs must loue.
Who dost conuerse with her at idle times:
Yet all thy motions do but chastely moue
Her grace to grace thy well-composed rimes;
Then sith she graceth thee as thou dost her,
These lines shall stay thy name while Time doth stirre.
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