Epilogue

Svn, Moone, and Stars, yee rare Birds of the skie,
That in your thought, to vertues heav'n do flie;
Riches of Heaven and Earth, I doubt if rich
At all there be, beyond your glorious pitch:
Pardon the portrait of your handmaids Pen,
Presuming you to paint, the Worthiest Men:
Take it as what shee had, shee hath no better,
Accept it kindly, shee'l abide your debter;
And your rich natures so will richly shine,
For kind acceptance is a thing divine.
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