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O whom, shall I, this Dancing Poem send;

This sudden, rash, half-capreol of my wit?

To you, first mover and sole cause of it,

Mine own-self's better half, my dearest friend!

Oh would you, yet, my Muse some honey lend

From your mellifluous tongue (whereon doth sit

Suada in majesty) that I may fit

These harsh beginnings with a sweeter end!

You know the modest sun, full fifteen times,

Blushing did rise, and blushing did descend,

While I, in making of these ill made rhymes,

My golden hours unthriftily did spend:

Yet if, in friendship, you these Numbers praise,

I will mispend another fifteen days.

[The following Dedication was substituted in the edition of 1622.