Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decayed,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
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It seems therefore that graces may be found Where by nature placed, they do abound Though our pens they may record those virtues seen Their owners are true virtue Our perception borrowed dreams
Master Poet. Nice work. liked it.