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TO

MY EVER

MOST-WORTHIE-TO-

BE-MOST HONOR'D LORD,

THE EARLE OF SOMERSET, &c.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ot forc't by fortune; but since your free minde
(Made by affliction) rests in choice resign'd
To calme Retreate; laid quite beneath the winde
Of Grace, and Glory: I well know, my Lord,
You would not be entitl'd to a word
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$That might a thought remoue from your Repose,
To thunder and spit Flames, as Greatnesse does;
For all the Trumps, that still tell where he goes.
Of which Trumps, Dedication being One,
Me thinks I see you start to heare it blowne.
But this is no such Trump as summons Lords,

Gainst