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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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THE EPILOGVE TO ALL MY ADVENTVRERS AND OTHERS.
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THE EPILOGVE TO ALL MY ADVENTVRERS AND OTHERS.

Thus did I neither spend, or begge, or aske,
By any course, direct or indirectly:
But in each tittle I perform'd my taske,
According to my bill most circumspectly.
I vow to God, I haue done Scotland wrong,
(And (iustly) 'gainst me it may bring an Action)
I haue not giuen't that right which doth belong,
For which I am halfe guilty of detraction:
Yet had I wrote all things that there I saw,
Misiudging censures would suppose I flatter,
And so my name I should in question draw,
Where Asses bray, and prattling Pies doe chatter:
Yet (arm'd with truth) I publish with my Pen,
That there th'Almighty doth his blessings heape,
In such aboundant food for Beasts and Men;
That I ne're saw more plenty or more cheape.
Thus what mine eyes did see, I doe beleeue;
And what I doe beleeue, I know is true:
And what is true, vnto your hands I giue,
That what I giue, may be beleeu'd of you.
But as for him that sayes I lye or dote,
I doe returne, and turne the Lye in's throate.
Thus Gentlemen, amongst you take my ware,
You share my thankes, and I your moneyes share.
Yours in all obseruance and gratefulnesse, euer to be commanded, Io: Taylor.
FINIS.