Chapter_8

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Receive, most Noble Lord, in gentle gree,

The unripe fruit of an unready wit;

Which by thy countenaunce doth crave to bee

Defended from foule Envies poisnous bit.

Which so to doe may thee right well besit,

Sith th’antique glory of thine auncestry

Under a shady vele is therein writ,

And eke thine owne long living memory,

Succeeding them in true nobility:

And also for the love which thou doest beare

To th’ Heliconian ymps, and they to thee;

They unto thee, and thou to them, most deare.

Deare as thou art unto thy selfe, so love

That loves and honours thee, as doth behove.