To Sir Dru Drury

As did love wounded Echo dote upon
The beautiful Narcissus , that lov'd none;
So doth my Muse affect your worthy parts
Applauded every where, by tongues and hearts.
And though I in your praise come short of many
Yet may my love to you ranke me with any.
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