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After those reverend papers, whose soul is / Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name; / By which to you he derives much of his, / And, how he may, makes you almost the same,
A taper of his torch, a copy writ / From his original, and a fair beam / Of the same warm and dazzling sun, though it / Must in another sphere his virtue stream;