To Mr Rowland Woodward.
LIKE one who'in her third widdowhood doth professe
Her selfe a Nunne, tyed to retirednesse,
So'affects my muse now, a chast fallownesse;
Since shee to few, yet to too many'hath showne
5How love-song weeds, and Satyrique thornes are growne
Where seeds of better Arts, were early sown.
Though to use, and love Poëtrie, to mee,