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To My Loving and Juditious Friend Mr Francis Wye

To my louing and iuditious friend Mr Francis Wye.

Wye was the nimphe neere which I first did breath.
And Wye's the man with whome I loue to liue;
The first, is apt to nourish life and death,
The last, but comforts sweete, to life doth giue:
Then Wye I pree thee runne with righter course
To mee then Wye doth wandring from her sourse.EnglishShort Poemslove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems