Not speaks at all, to promese hilles of gold,
And in performance, waxe as key full colde.
I saide (if God sent time, and space therfore)
Ye should receaue from mee (as leysure came)
Of these my simple toyles, a greater store,
And partly you perceaue, how I performe the same.
Such workes, as this my simple muse can frame,
(With all my harte and minde) you freely haue:
As free, as God these giftes me frely gaue.
Wherefore giue eare, now harken well to this: