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The place , men say, thou holdst, (great Lord ) in court
Was held before by three Superlatiues ,
Most wise , most lov'd , most lowly in high port;
The place , I weene, hath such prerogatiues .
Then, were thy vertue not in that degree ,
The vertue of the place would it reiect;
But it's a powrefull argument to mee,
That thou art vertuous (Lord) in each respect
The rather, sith thy Liege that plac'd thee there ,
Doth heaue vp none so high, but for high worth ;
Whose Iudgement's eie is admirable cleere,
Which warrants me to put thy praises forth:
My coulors ready are, I lacke but light
(Which I will haue) to paint them out aright.
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