The Preface.  

What each man doth, and each man blante● nor onse we may him see  
Come face to face, but we once gone then stoutly stepp● out he:  
And all he carps that there he finds ere half he read to end,  
And what he understands not, blames▪ though naught he can amend.  
But were it so that such were none, how may these youthful days  
Of mine, in thing so hard as this deserve of other praise?  
A labour long (quoth I) it is that riper age doth crave:  
And who shall travail in thy books, more judgement aught to hou●  
Then I: whose greener years thereby no thanks may hope to win.  
Thou seest dame Nature yet hath sett●  
No hears upon my chin.  
Traue this therefore of graver age, and men of greater shill.  
Full many be that better can, and some perhaps that william.  
But if thy will be rather hent, a young man● wit to prove,  
And thinkest that elder learned men perhaps it shall behove,  
In woork● of w●ight to spend their time, go where Leviathan's men,  
And finest wits do swarm: whom she hath taught to pass with pen.  
In lyncoln's Inn and Temples twain, Gray's Inn and other more,  
Thou shalt them find whose painful pen thy verse shall flourish so,  
That Melpomen thou wouldst well ween● had taught them for to wright,  
And all their works with stately style, and goodly grace t'endight.  
There shalt thou see the self same north, whose work his wit displays,  
And Dial doth of Prince's paint, and preach abroad his praise.  
There Sackuyldes Sonettz sweetly sauste, and featly tyned he,  
There Nortons' ditties do delight, there Yeluerton● do flee  
Well pewrde with pen: such young men three, as ween thou mightst again,  
To be begot as Pallas was, of wyghtie jove his brain,  
There hear thou shalt a great reporie, of Ba●wyns worthy name,  
Whose Mirror doth of Magistrates, proclaim eternal fame.    


〈…〉 complaint to the god Cupid because he with his Darts pierceth him alone.  

●upid Venu● darling dear,  
●●ose power un mortal might may bide,  
●in h●nd s●y how thou bear,  
●●ing Forkers by thy five,  
●hy dost thou this lie still and fleapt:  
●hen I to thee due wail and weep.   

〈◊〉 is become thy wonted power:  
●●ou vanquished and put to flight:  
〈…〉 ●●ou disposed to lower,  
●e alone most woeful wight:  
〈◊〉, say 〈◊〉, O I thee pray,  
●●urue the heart breed●s mine andy.   

●ants part not seem to show  
●ay the yielding captive wight  
●e in time take up thy how,  
●orce my dear to ●now thy might,  
Dido did when once in lap,  
●ou tookst on thee Asscanius shape.   

Would I not like grief should grow,  
〈◊〉 thereby, as did to me.  
But that she may then partly kn●w●  
What time I spend in misery,  
Ne yet I wish her no such end,  
As destiny did to Dido sand.   

But only this I wish thereby,  
That she as l●tle power may have,  
At any time aside to wry,  
The humble iute that I do crave,  
As Did● had when she did yield,  
Unto Aeneas in the field,   
Finis.   

A token of gratitude to his very friend,  
YOur genal talk & fr●ndly curti● your countenance according well that your filid words which still in mind I your trusty treat, devoid of guile or Hath me so bound in every point to that whilst I line I am your servant  
Finis.   


By nature's laws there is no cause,  
Tho●● liberty to stay:  
To work their will, or good or 〈◊〉;  
Why should they even have nay.   

He thate & things giveth women their own william.  
To 〈…〉 Feather shall be sure still  
For to be deer, who will neicer,  
In feathers fre●● and fair,  
A fly for him that to go tr●●,  
Woth devil in deep despair   

Mantuan writes declared in book of his,  
That sugared poison each ill woman is.  
To poison sweet, though Mantua like,  
Fair dames as fresh as flowor.  
Yet pleasnunt tasked. shall be embraced,  
Before the cause that's sour.   

Through pleasure Paris to be in Helen's view,  
Troy was troddown and 〈◊〉 that caused them●●●  
Although troy town were thus trod down,  
Where paris 〈…〉 life.  
Yet Helins' fate 〈◊〉 may disgrace,  
For Paris wrought that strife.   

The noble Hercules Dianica did bring down  
Which through the world had 〈◊〉 so great renown●  
Where ye do say, hercles decay,  
By Dianyr● f●ll,  
Against her will through 〈…〉,  
〈…〉 I can prove well.    

The variable thoughts of the Lover captive.  

I Live in hope and yet despair,  
I do rejoice when grief doth grow,  
I fly aloft above the air:  
But devil always in Limbo low.   

I never seek: tho much I find,  
Yet find nothing and still do seek:  
I see what best contents my mind:  
When most in mind I do mislike.   

One hath me in captivity,  
So sure that I uneath may serve:  
Who lets me live at liberty,  
As free from bands that I deserve.   
Finis.   

The defence of women's will.  
WHo women wisheth in things to have their myu●  
To leave good life in judgement is but blind. w. v.