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Led by the swift report of winged Fame,

With silver trumpet sounding forth your name,

To you I dedicate this merry Muse,

And for my patron I your fauour chuse:

She is a lady, she must be respected;

She is a queene, she may not be neglected.

This is the shadow, you the substance have,

Which substance now this shadow seems to crave.