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Vouchsafe, Great Treasurer, to turne your eye,
And see the opening of a Grecian Mine;
Which, Wisedome long since made her Treasury;
And now her title doth to you resigne.
Wherein as th'Ocean walks not, with such waues,
The Round of this Realme, as your Wisedomes seas;
Nor, with his great eye, sees; his Marble, saues
Our State, like your Vlyssian policies:
So, none like HOMER hath the World enspher'd;
Earth, Seas, & heauen, fixt in his verse, and mouing;
Whom all times wisest Men, haue held vnper'de;
And therfore would conclude with your approuing.
Then grace his spirit, that all wise men hath grac't,
And made things euer flitting, euer last.
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