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Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee, / Enquiring of that mystic trinity / Whereof thou, and all to whom heavens do infuse / Like fire, are made; thy body, mind, and Muse. / Dost thou recover sickness, or prevent? / Or is thy Mind travailed with discontent? / Or art thou parted from the world and me, / In a good scorn of the world's vanity? / Or is thy devout Muse retired to sing / Upon her tender elegiac string? / Our minds part not, join then thy Muse with mine / For mine is barren thus divorced from thine.