Still about greatnesse, giues it not the space
To looke out from it selfe, or to conferre.
Grace but by chance, and as men are in place.
But that concern's not me, It is ynow
I doe applaud your worke. Thus from my Plow.
Samuel Daniel.
To my dearely-esteemed friend M.
Iohn Florio.
Kinde friend, the strictnesse of these few-few lines
Can not expresse thy worth, nor my goodwill:
As for thy worke, I leaue it to the skill,