To the rare Painter mine approued friend and good neighbor, M. Row: Locky

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A S Nature made, so thou dost make my face,
Yet with a better and a worser grace;
With better, sith thy worke hath glory got,
With worse, sith thou giu'st life that mou'st it not:
Yet when crosse-fortune makes me moue the brow.
Thine without motion, better farre doth show:
But by ill fortune (oft) though marr'd it bee,
It had good fortune to be made by thee:
For thou dost Fortunes furrowes quite out strike,
And mak'st it in all fortunes looke alike.