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To His Worthy Friend, M. Arthur Bartly.
By Robert Herrick
When after many lusters thou shalt be
Wrapt up in sear-cloth with thine ancestry;
When of thy ragg'd escutcheons shall be seen
So little left, as if they ne'er had been;
Thou shalt thy name have, and thy fame's best trust,
Here with the generation of my Just.
Extra Info: Luster, a period of five years.
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