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  • Title: Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)
  • Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
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    Author: Anonymous
    Editors: Brett Greatley-Hirsch, Kevin A. Quarmby
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    Fair Em (Quarto 2, 1631)

    The Millers daughter
    Our harmelesse liues, which ledd in greater port
    105Would be an enuious obiect to our foes,
    That seeke to root all Britaines Gentrie
    From bearing countenance against their tyrannie.
    Em. Good Father let my full resolued thoughts,
    With setled patience to support this chance
    110Be some poore comfort to your aged soule:
    For therein rests the height of my estate,
    That you are pleased with this deiection,
    And that all toyles my hands may vndertake,
    May serue to worke your worthines content.
    115Miller, Thankes my deere daughter: these thy pleasant words
    Transfer my soule into a second heauen:
    And in thy setled minde, my ioyes consist,
    My state reuiued, and I in former plight.
    Although our outward pomp be thus abased,
    120And thralde to drudging, stay lesse of the world,
    Let vs retaine those honourable mindes
    That lately gouerned our superior state.
    Wherein true gentrie is the only meane,
    That makes vs differ from base millers borne:
    125Though we expect no knightly delicates,
    Nor thirst in soule for former soueraigntie.
    Yet may our mindes as highly scorne to stoope
    To base desires of vulgars worldlinesse,
    As if we were in our presedent way.
    130And louely daughter, since thy youthfull yeares
    Must needs admit as young affections:
    And that sweet loue vnpartiall perceiues
    Her dainie subiects through euery part,
    In chiefe receiue these lessons from my lips,
    135The true discouerers of a Virgins due
    Now requisite, now that I know thy minde
    Something enclinde to fauour Manuils sute,
    A gentleman, thy Louer in protest:
    And that thou maist not be by loue deceiued,
    But