To his Worshipful wel-willer, Maister

Edward Leigh , of Grayes Inne.

IMage of that, whose losse is here lamented;
(In whom, so many vertues are containd)
Daine to accept, what I haue novv presented.
Though Bounties death, herein be not fained,
In your mind, she not reuiue (with speed)
Then will I sweare, that shee is dead indeed.
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