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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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Errata, or Faults to the Reader.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Errata, or Faults to the Reader.

Faults, but not faults escap'd, I would they were,
If they were faults escap'd, they were not here:
But heere they are, in many a page and line,
Men may perceiue the Printers faults, or mine.
And since my faults are heere in prison fast,
And on record (in print) are like to last,
Since the Correcters let them passe the Presse,
And my occasions mix'd with sicknesses,
And that foure Printers dwelling farre asunder,
Did print this booke, pray make the faults no wonder.
I will confesse my faults are scap'd indeed,
If they escape mens Censure when they read.
No Garden is so cleare, but weedes are in't,
All is not Gold that's coined in the Mint;
The Rose hath prickles, and the spots of sinne,
Oft takes the fairest features for their Inne.
Below the Moone no full perfection is,
And alwaies some of vs are all amisse.
Then in your reading mend each mis-plac'd letter,
And by your iudgement make bad words sound better.
Where you may hurt, heale; where you can afflict,
There helpe and cure, or else be not too strict.
Looke through your fingers, wink, conniue at mee,
And (as you meet with faults) see, and not see.
Thus must my faults escape, (or escape neuer,)
For which, good Readers, I am yours for euer.
Iohn Taylor.