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- # SHAKE-SPEAKERS
He lends thee vertue, and he stole that word,
From thy behauiour, beautie doth he giue
And found it in thy checker: he can afford
No praise to thee, but what in thee doth flue.
Then thanks him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee, thou thy selfe doost pay.
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How I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me young-side speaking of your fame.
But since your worth (wide as the Ocean is)
The humble as the proudest saile doth beare,
My sawsie barke (inferior farre to his)
On your broad maine doth wilfully appeare.
Your shallowest helpe will hold me vp a floate,
Whilst he vpon your soundlesse deepe doth ride,
Or (being wrackt) I am a worthlesse bote,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride.
Then If he thriue and I be cast away,
The worst was this, my loue was my decay.
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OR I shall liue your Epitaph to make,
Or you suruiue when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal lise shall haue,
Though I (once gone) to all the world must dye,
The earth can yeeld me but a common graue,
When you intombed in mens eyes shall lye,
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall ore-read,
And youngs to be, your beeing shall rehearse,
When all the brea: bers of this world are dead,
You still shall liue (such vertue hath my Pen)
Where breath most breathes, euen in the mouths of men.
I grant
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