To My Beloved Friend Mr. Doctor Gwin

To my beloued friend Mr. Doctor Gwin.

When Fortunes fauors are conferred on those
 That best deserue them; then (and nere till then)
Looke you for good of her: now, of her foes.
So being one Ile good you with my pen;
 That is to say, you are (so say I can)
 For learning, wit and honesty, a man.
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