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 We dare not looke at other crowning boughes, But leave the laurell unto them that may. Lowe as the earth, though our invention move: High yet as heaven (to you) our spotles love. MICHAELL DRAYTON.

As other my poems, so I consecrate these my pastoral posies. M. DRAYTON.

our sundry, (yet our sacred) flames, Worke divers and as contrarie effects, Yet than your owne, we seeke not other names, Nor stranger arches our free muse erects.