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## 17 **V**VHo will beleeue my verse in time to come If it were fild with your most high deserts? B 4 Though: <!-- [Page 495](arke:01KG6QHPTJ4S39F2PSYDQ8SV72) --> # SHAKES-PEARES Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tombe. Which hides your life, and shewes not halfe your parts: If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say this Poet lies, Such heavenly touches nere toucht earthly faces. So should my papers (yellowed with their age) Be scorn’d, like old men of leffe truth then tongue, And your true rights be termd a Poets rage, And stretched miter of an Antique song. But were some childe of yours aliue that time, You should liue twife in it, and in my time.

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