To the Right Honorable, William, Earle of Morton

With amor first my riddle plaine to make,
I meane interpreting some paines to take,
Let the beginning put be to the end,
Looke on it then, you'le find it no mans friend;
Invert the letters, reade it backewards, then
O famous City it will be agen,
Make it two sillables, and then you'le see

Most rightly shewed Sir, what now you be,
Or , it is gold and am doth you denote,
Rightly will time you for the true gold coate:
Time well will note delaies of other men,
On what your love is set, time shewes againe,
Noting at last what ere men say a while,
Eternall love will worldly love beguile.
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