To the Iudicious vnderstanding gentleman, and my much approued and esteemed good
freind, Maister Robert Branthwaite, Gentleman Iaylor of the Kings Maiesties Tower
of London. Iohn Taylor Dedicates this his Poeticall Weatherworke,
with his best wishes, for your hearts contentment.
Kinde Sir, my loue to you's ingag'd so deepe,
That were I Idle, I were much ingratefull:
Or should my thankes, forgetfull, euer sleepe
In me, 'twere base, vnmannerly and hatefull.
Then though I cannot pay you halfe my score,
Vouchsafe to take this trifle as a part,
As time enables me you shall haue more,
And therefore now accept my willing heart.
I know, you well doe vnderstand and know
The weake defects of my defectiue Muse,
Yet doe I hope you will this fauour showe
That loue may her vnwilling faults excuse.
And so to your protection I commend
This Pamphlet, as vnto my deerest freind.
Yours in my best imploiments to be commaunded.
Iohn Taylor.
