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To the ryght honorable, lorde Russell, your lordeshypps humble orator, Francys Seagar, whyssheth the fauoure of God, increase of honoure, longe lyfe, and prosperous health of bodye and soule.

When I had these psalms finished
And into Metre brought:
To whom I myght, thē dedicate
I strayght then me bethought.
Amongst all other, youre good lordeshyp
Came then into my mynde:
As one that in, a greate number
I coulde not meter fynde.
To whom I myght, them dedycate
And it gyue and present:
Trusting that your, lordshyp therwyth
Wyll not be dyscontent.
And partely knowing, your good lordshyp
In such thinges to delyte:
As vertuous songes, and ghostly psalms
As here we shall recyte.


Although good Lord, I am not worthy
For my degre and state:
Unto the hands, of your lordeshyppe
These for to dedycate.
Yet for as much, as they were sure
The doinges, of a Kynge:
Dauid the same, whom god doth name
A man hys harte lykinge.
The fame yt on, your lordeshyppe bruyts
Dyd much incorage me:
Which fame to tell, dyd feare expell
And boulder made me be.
Here for to stande, in praysinge your
Good lordeshyppe to your face:
It myght seame rather, flatterye
Waying the tyme and place.
Which prayse I thought, here best to couer
Wyth the vele of sylence:
Then it to vtter, now out of tyme
In your lordeshyps presence.
But yf your lordeshype, shall it accept
And take them in good parte:
I shall thinke, it rewarde ynoughe
For my payne and desarte.


And yf it woulde, your lordeshyp please
Wyth the texte them conferre:
You shoulde therby, then soone perceaue
From it yf that I erre.
But where the text, in some places
Was doubtfull and obscure:
I haue sought helpe, of learned books
Because I woulde be sure.
I wyll no lenger, your lordeshype lette
From readinge of the same:
Whych here is done, to Gods honour
And the prayse of hys name.
Beseching God, your lordeshyppe kepe
And in honoure increace:
Wyth the good lady, your verteous wyfe
Longe here to lyue in peace.
Your lordeshyps humble orator Francys Seager.
The troubled mynde, at the Lords hande
Dothe seake to haue relefe:
Callinge to him, hys ayde to sende
Shevvinge hys payne and grefe.