To My Beloved Friend Mr. Robert Sharpe

To my beloued friend Mr. Robert Sharpe.

E PIG . 292.

A LINE or two shall meate my loue to thee,
But then my Muse must nimbly stirre her winge;
Or els my loue should most penurious bee;
Not so; for turtles lone, yet cannot singe;
 Yet singe I of thee thus; thy hart I finde
 Worthy of loue, sith tis as good, as kinde.
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