The many favors I have had from you
Hath forc'd me thus to show my thankful mind;
And of all faults I know no vice so bad
And hateful as ungratefully inclined.
A thankful heart is all a poor man's wealth,
Which, with this book, I give your worthy self.
I humbly crave your worthiness excuse
This boldness of my poor unlearned muse,
That hath presumed so high a pitch to fly
In praise of virtue and gentility.