University of Virginia Library



To The Reader.

Good Readers, still in silence doe passe by,
The faults incident to humanitie,
And in the inward Chamber of the heart,
A Lodging findes, and takes all in good part.
These precious lines, by wisedome were obtain'd
From him that govern's still the starres unstain'd.
And now by whom, he doth the truth declare,
Observer he of time, is it not rare.
And in the eye of such as light doe hate,
Which hell hath hardned, and made obstinate,
Emptie darknesse waites on them at noone,
Like Egypt dogs, they'l barke still at the Moone.
But where there's grace compos'd with policy.
Heavens influence waiting constantly,
About the heart, that he shall so indite,
Matter sweet for the soule, or hand to write.
If instances for witnesse be produc'd,
The wise will conclude, that time is abus'd.


But now the Authour of this lively booke,
Studently, ingeniously, hath forsooke,
The windie froth, and vaine glorious sound,
Can have no footing here, upon this ground.
Judgement, affections, in reading is desir'd,
No admiration; but divine's requir'd.
Those sweet perfumes, which sweetens every verse
Read, marke, againe unto thy selfe rehearse.
If information of the wiles of sinne,
By reading this, unto thy soule comes in,
Instead of sleights, or jeeres, thy soule will praise,
The Lord, that gifts men so, in these our dayes.
Thus to unmaske the devils brats and sinne,
And shews such life, that all should strive to win.
I have to say in truth of commendation,
More from experience than by relation.
If evidence unskill'd in poetrie,
Proves not a blanck in any lotterie,
Then here stay not, but step within the doore
There's Poetrie, varietie, and store,
W. G.