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Heroick Sir, my Muse presenteth you
Ev'n with this counsell, which to say but true,
Nobly your worth doth practise; Reebrich Vines:
Reeching implies laborious high designes;
I oyne Rich thereto, not ayming at base drosse,
Chuse to Rech rich Vines , wherein is no losse.
Vines rich do many vertues tipifie,
Spreading, and branching to the heavens high.

Rather these Vines branches of Christ may be;
In whom dwels all grace; for a Vine is he:
Christ then select for yours, and you shall win
Hereby to Rech rich Vines , as you begin,
Etemising the grace you now are in.
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