English poem
To The Honoured Master Endymion Porter.
When to thy porch I come and ravish'd see The state of poets there attending thee, Those bards and I, all in a chorus sing: We are thy prophets, Porter, thou our king.
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- To The Generous Reader.
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- To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter
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- To The King, To Cure The Evil.
- To The King, Upon His Coming With His Army Into The West.
- To The King, Upon His Taking Of Leicester.