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LXXXIV.
Who is it that says most? which can say more
Than
this rich praise, that you alone are you?
In whose
confine immured is the store
Which should example
where your equal grew.
Lean penury within that pen
doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small
glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story,
Let him but
copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what
nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall
fame his wit,
Making his style admired every where.
You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
Being
fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
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