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SIR DRAKE, whome well the world's ends knewe Which thou didst compasse rounde: And whome both poles of Heaven ons saw, Which North and South do bound : The starrs above will make thee known, If men here silent were: The Sunn himself cannot forgett His fellow Traveller. Great Drake, whose shippe aboute the world's wide wast In three years did a golden girdle cast. Who with fresh streames refresht this Towne that first, Though kist with waters, yet did pire for thirst. Who both a Pilott and a Magistrate Steer'd in his turne the Shippe of Plymouth's state; This little table shews his face whose worth The world's wide table hardly can sett forth.
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