(The time could offer) freely did me spurre,
As forcing fate some new thing to prepare
(Shewing successe) t’attempt that could me dare.
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Where now my spirit got roomth it selfe to show,
To the fair’st pitch doth make a gallant flight,
From things that too much earthly were and low,
Strongly attracted by a genuine light,
Where higher still it euery day did grow:
And being in so excellent a plight,