To the Lady Margaret Ley.
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
For who loves that must first be wise and good.
On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
Peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than war.
To the Lord General Cromwell.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,