To the Right Worshipfull and Most Worthy Knight Sir Edward Dyer

Though Saturne now with Iupiter doth sitt,
Where earst Minerua & the Muse did raigne,
Ruling the Common-wealth of will , and witt ,
Plac'd in the kingdomes of thy hart , and braine
Those Planetts I adore, whose influence
Infuseth wisedome, Counsell, gravity ,
Minerua & the Muse ioyes my Soule's sence,
Sith Soule -delighting lines they multiplie
In both respects, for that that was and is
I tender thee the service of my Muse ,
Which shal not marre thy fame though it may misse
To give the same that which to it accrues;
Yet this Gift , through thy Gifts , she gives to thee:
Time's future. Dyer die shal never see.
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