To My Friend M. A. H.

By this one lim, my Holland , we may see
What thou in time at thy full growth maist bee,
Which wit, by her owne Symetrie can take,
And thy proportion perfectly can make
At thy Ascendant: that when thou shalt show
Thy selfe; who reads thee perfectly shall know
Those of the Muses by this little light
Saw before other where to take thy height.
Proceed, let not Apollo's stocke decay,
Poets and Kings are not borne every day.
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