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The Epistle Dedicatorie.
You glorieng issues of that glorious dame,
Whose life is made the subiect of deaths will,
To you succeeding hopes of mothers fame,
I dedicate this fruit of Southwels quill:
He for your Vncles comfort first it writ,
I for your consolation print and send you it.
Whose life is made the subiect of deaths will,
To you succeeding hopes of mothers fame,
I dedicate this fruit of Southwels quill:
He for your Vncles comfort first it writ,
I for your consolation print and send you it.
Then daine in kindnesse to accept the worke,
Which he in kindnesse writ, I send to you,
The which till now clouded, obscure did lurke:
But now opposed to ech Readers view,
May yeelde commodious fruit to euery wight
That feeles his conscience prickt by Parcaes spight.
Which he in kindnesse writ, I send to you,
The which till now clouded, obscure did lurke:
But now opposed to ech Readers view,
May yeelde commodious fruit to euery wight
That feeles his conscience prickt by Parcaes spight.
But if in aught I haue presumptuous beene,
My pardon-crauing pen implores your fauour:
If any fault in print be past; vnseene
To let it passe, the Printer is the crauer,
So shall he thanke you, and I by duety bound,
Pray, that in you may all good gifts abound.
My pardon-crauing pen implores your fauour:
If any fault in print be past; vnseene
To let it passe, the Printer is the crauer,
So shall he thanke you, and I by duety bound,
Pray, that in you may all good gifts abound.
Your Worships humbly deuoted, Iohn Trussell.
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