The Rainy season

So free man you are, is any sound,
In works of Charity doth more abound?
Making still forward a more good progression.
O nobly setting forth a disposition,
Naturally to freenes so inclin'd.

Few are can sample such a noble minde.
Repleat who is not with a mind that's Free ,
A bondman is, and for nobility,
So farre tis from him that he knowes it not,
Ever must you then who a most free Lot,
Retaine be deckt with true nobility.
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Buson
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