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SWEETE Duke, that bear'st thy Fathers Image right
Aswell in * bodie, as thy towardly mind;
Within whose cheeke * me thinkes in Red and white
Appeare the Roses yet againe conioind;
Where, howsoe're their warres appeased be,
Each, striues with each, for Soveraignitie.
Since Nature then in her faire - Angell mould,
Hath framd thy bodie, shew'd her best of art:
Oh let thy mind the * fairest virtues hold,
Which are the beautie of thy better part:
And which (braue CHARLES) shall make VS * loue thee more,
Than all thy state we outwardly adore.