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Iky Makers praise; sing on, whilst I lament 



Thy loss, and court a holy discontent^ 



With such pure thoughts as thine^ to dwell with me^ 



Then I may hope to live, and dye like thee, 



To live belov'd^ dye mourn* d^ thus in my grave; 



Blessings that Kings have wished, but cannot have. 



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Preface to Sir John Skeffingtori s 



" Heroe of Lorenzo 5: 



(1652) 



LET THIS BE TOLD THE READER, 



That Sir John Skeffington (one of his late Majesties servants, and a stranger 

 to no language of Christendom] did about 40 years now past, bring this Hero 

 out of Spain into England. 



There they two kept company together 'till about 12 months now past : 

 and then, in a retyrement of that learned knights (by reason of a sequestra- 

 tion for his masters cause) a friend coming to visit him, they fell accidentally 

 into a discourse of the wit and galantry of the Spanish Nation. 



That discourse occasioned an example or two, to be brought out of this 

 Hero : and those examples (with Sir John's choice language and illustration) 

 were so relisht by his friend (a stranger to the Spanish tongue] that he be- 

 came restles 'till he got a promise from Sir John to translate the whole, which 

 he did in a few weeks ; and so long as that imployment lasted it proved an 

 excellent diversion from his many sad thoughts ; But he hath now chang'd 

 that Condition, to be possest of that place into which sadnesse is not capable 

 of entrance. 



And his absence from this world hath occasion'd mee (who was one of 

 those few that he gave leave to know him, for he was a retyr'd man) to tell 

 the Reader that I heard him say, he had not made the English so short, or 

 few words, as the originall j because in that, the Author had exprest himself so 

 enigmatically, that though he indevour'd to translate it plainly ; yet, he 

 thought it was not made comprehensible enough for common Readers, there- 

 fore he declar'd to me, that he intended to make it so by a coment on the 

 margent ; which he had begun, but (be it spoke with sorrow) he and those 

 thoughts are now buried in the silent Grave, and my self, with those very 

 many that lov'd him, left to lament that losse. 



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