3.
In which the truth of my corrupted storie,
Defac’d by fleeting time’s inconstant pen
I will declare, nor to aduance my glorie
Will I present vnto the view of men
Ought, but the scope of what the truth hath ben:
Meane time thou pen-man of Mnemosynie,
Giue heedfull eare vnto my tragedie.
4.
As from aire-threatning tops of cedars tall