That I can take no new in Bigamye,
Not my will only but power doth withhold.
Hence comes it, that these Rymes which never had
Mother, want matter, and they only have
25A little forme, the which their Father gave;
They are prophane, imperfect, oh, too bad
To be counted Children of Poetry
Except confirm'd and Bishoped by thee.
To Mr B. B. O'F, W: To M. B. B. 1633-69, A18, N, TCC, TCD
12 I ... Travellers 1650-69: I, ... Travellers, 1633-39