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To the Readar.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

If Poetes maye proue
and trye theyr owne wytte
In feyneyng of Fables
greate Uices to blame:
And if they be blamelesse
although they do hytt
The Treuth. in theyre Treatyse
vnder a straynge name
Then maye I by ryght
(me thyncke) do the same
Wherefore though I touth the
take it in good parte,
For I wyll the none Ill
as God knoweth myne herte.
I graunte I haue feyned
and wrytten a lye,
And yet not so lowde
as I woulde it were,
For treuly thys Gigant
greate Philargyrie
Is present in greate Brytayne
euen euery where
Not one man is free
From hys Tyrannie there,
For all men he polled
Fyrste by Hypocrisie,
And nowe by selfe Loue
he doeth all destroye.
The Hypocrites had gotten
into theyr owne handes


All placis of Pleasure
in euery coaste
So had they the good
and profitable landes
Which nowe by selfe loue
are spoyled and loste
No good thynge at all
remayneth welmoste
The thyngis that were best
are nowe made so bad
That where much thynge is
there nought can be had.
The Hypocritis were All
but worsse is selfe loue
Wherefore gentle Reader
I praye the hertily
Make ernest petition
to the Lorde aboue
To delyuer greate Britaine
from Philargyrie
Who hath brought that rich Iland
into such miserie
That thyngs of greatist plentie
are scantist to be had
And al thynge that good was
is nowe made to bad.
Finis.

Unto suche as be yet wythoute All thyngis shalbe spoken in Parables,

Marke. iiii.