Stella, Since Thou So Right A Princesse Art Of All The Powers Which Life Bestowes On Me, That Ere By Them Ought Vndertaken Be, They First Resort Vnto That Soueraigne Part; Sweete, For A While Giue Thy Lieutenancie To This Great Cause, Which Needes Both Use And Art. And As A Queene, Who From Her Presence Sends Whom She Employes, Dismisse From Thee My Wit, Till It Haue Wrought What Thy Owne Will Attends. On Seruants Shame Oft Maisters Blame Doth Sit: O Let Not Fooles In Me Thy Workes Reproue, And Scorning Say, See What It Is To Loue!
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