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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>TO THE MOST EXCELLENT PRINCESSE THE DUTCHESSE OF <HI>NEWCASTLE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>MY Mu&s;e beggs pardon of your Grace, that &s;he</L>
<L>Meets not an <HI>Epithet</HI> in <HI>Poetry</HI></L>
<L>Which is yet Virgin; It &s;ullies but your worth</L>
<L>When common words pre&s;ume to blaze it forth,</L>
<L>As tho&s;e of Fair, and Good, with &s;uch as the&s;e</L>
<L>Your meaner Meritt's lull'd in Exta&s;ies.</L>
<L>Could I unca&s;e the Cha&s;te <HI>Lucretia</HI>'s Soul,</L>
<L>Compar'd with yours it would appear but foul:</L>
<L>Or could I turn a Chymi&s;t, and from thence</L>
<L>Di&s;till all <HI>Venus</HI> into Quinte&s;&s;ence;</L>
<L>Of that extract the mo&s;t &s;ublime, and pure</L>
<L>Onely de&s;erves to &s;hade your Portraicture.</L>
<L>Nature in your rich frame has run out all</L>
<L>The Stock, and Credit of her Principall,</L>
<L>Be charitable and lend her a recruit,</L>
<L>For your Perfections made her Bankerout.</L>
<L>She cannot run &s;o deep upon the &s;core,</L>
<L>But you have merit yet can furni&s;h more.</L>
<L>In you is &s;umm'd up all which Nature can</L>
<L>Glory (of Worth) in it's Perfection.</L>
<L>What &s;ince &s;h' has moulded, onely Copyes were</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e fair Graces which concenter'd are</L>
<L>In You, from whom &s;he now mu&s;t borrow all</L>
<L>She boa&s;ts of here, as from th' Original,</L>
<L>The Graces arn't alone, th' Sciences too</L>
<L>The Honour have to be refin'd by You.</L>
<L>What cunning <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> darkly writ,</L>
<L>As with intent to Vizard-mask his wit;</L>
<L>Your Grace had drawn the Curtain, and we &s;ee</L>
<L>Into each crevice of his &s;ubtlety:</L>
<L>I dare pre&s;ume he would your Grace &s;hould know</L>
<L>Henceforth he'l walk no more <HI>Incognito.</HI></L>
<L>The Conclave of the Mu&s;es next do own,</L>
<L>To You, the Honour due to <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
<L>The Poets too, 'mong&s;t whom <HI>Ben</HI> humbly layes</L>
<L>At your fair feet his late u&s;urped Bayes:</L>
<L>For &s;uch he needs mu&s;t call them, when to You,</L>
<L>And to your matchle&s;&s;e Mu&s;e they are onely due.</L>
<L><HI>Orpheus</HI> does pre&s;s me hard, but to pre&s;ent</L>
<L>Unto your Grace his &s;ullen In&s;trument:</L>
<L>For &s;ince Y' have grac't that Science w'th your hand,</L>
<L>He vows he never could a Charme command.</L>
<L>The re&s;idue of the Sciences would</L>
<L>Wait on your Grace did you not think them bold:</L>
<L>For without leave it may be thought no le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Then an Intru&s;ion on their Patrone&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Waiting that Honour with your Poet &s;tand,</L>
<L>And humbly beg to ki&s;&s;e your Graces hand.</L>
<BYLINE><HI>By H. J. of Grays-Inne,</HI> Gent. </BYLINE>
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<P>With Allowance,</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE>Apr. 27.</DATE></DATELINE> 
<SIGNED>R. L' E&s;trange.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed by <HI>Sarah Griffin,</HI> 1667.</P>
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