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To the most open handed, great-hearted and truly noble-minded knight, Sir Iohn Wentworth.

M AGNIFICK spirit, true heroe, glorious knight.
Bounties o'reflowing fovnt to moist the dry
Faint soules of Armes and Art, now drouping quite:
To thee I say but this, Were I (poore I)
The hand of Fortune to dispose of hers,
Thou shouldst haue all that place men with the starres.
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