Then free-borne toile, flee forth with winged Fame

Thy Countries Virgin, thou the first penn’d Booke

That in his Soile, did ever Pilgrime frame

Of curious Travailes; whereon the Learned looke:

Then Knit thy Maiden brow, with Garlands greene,

The first of times, the last this Age hath Seene.

Alexander Boyde.

THE AUTHOR TO HIS BOOKE

Go painefull Booke, go plead thy owne Defence,