In Commendation of this History.
Thou art not hatch’d, forth from anothers braine,
Nor yet Collect’d, from others toiles thy sight,
The selfe-same Man, that bred Thee beares the paine
Of thy long birth: O weary wandring Wight!
It’s carefull he, by Knowledge gives thee light,
And deepe experience to adorne thy name;
Both Pilgrime, Pen-man, so thy Maister right;
Who best can judge, in what concernes the same: