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To the Reader.

The times are swolne so big with nicer wits,
That nought sounds good but what Opinion strikes.
Censure with Iudgement seld together sits;
And now the Man more then the Matter likes.
The great Rewardresse of a Poets Pen,
Fame, is by those so clogg'd shee seldome flyes,
The Muses sitting on the graues of men,
Singing that Vertue liues and neuer dyes,
Are chas'd away by the malignant Tongues
Of such, by whom Detraction is ador'd:
Hence growes the want of euer-liuing Songs,
With which our Ile was whilome brauely stor'd.
If such a Basiliske dart downe his Eye,
(Impoyson'd with the dregs of vtmost hate)
To kill the first Bloomes of my Poesie,
It is his worst, and makes me fortunate.
Kinde wits I vaile to, but to fooles precise
I am as confident as they are nice.
W. B. From the Inner Temple, Iune the 18. 1613.