The Printer to the Reader.
WHat lack you, Master mine? some trifle that is true? Why then, this same will serve your turn; the which is also new.
Or if you mind to read some Fables that be feigned: Buy this same book! and ye shall find such in the same contained.
Perchance, my words be thought uncredible to you; Because I say this Treatise is both false and also true.
The matter of itself is true, as many know: And in the same, some feignèd tales the Author doth bestow.
Therefore buy this same book of him that here doth dwell; And you, I know, will say you have bestowed your money well.
Farewell.
Is. W.
To her unconstant Lover.
