London

Printed for Richard Hawkins, dwelling in Chancery-Lane: neere Sarieants-Inne. 1613.

TO MY APPROVED AND MVCH RESPECTED FRIEND, Iz: Wa:

To thee thou more then thrice beloued friend, I too vnworthie of so great a blisse: These harsh tun'd lines I here to thee commend, Thou being cause it is now as it is: For hadst thou held thy tongue by silence might, These had bene buried in obliuions night.

If they were pleasing, I would call them thine, And disavow my title to the verse: But being bad, I needs must call them mine, No ill thing can be clothed in thy verse. Accept them then, and where I haue offended, Rase thou it out, and let it be amended.