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The Spartan virgines, ere they had composed
Their Girlonds, of the fairest flowers to sight
The wholesom'st herbes, they heere withall inclosed
And so their heades, full iollily they dight
In memorie of that same leach they wright
Who first brought simples, and their vse to light
So ye braue Lord, who like the heavenly Sphaere
Delight in motion, and aboute to roame
Must learne to mixe in travaile farre and neere
With pleasure profite, that returning home
Your skill, and Iudgment, more may make you knowen
Then your French suite, or locke so largly growen
For who's he, that's not ravisht with delight
Farre Countries, Courtes, and Cities, straung to see
Troy-walls, or Virgils sweete Parthenope
* Yet nothing worth, vnles ye herewith find
The fruites of skill, and bettering of your mind.