To the Courteous still observant, and to
the Critticall Knave as he deserveth,
William Lithgow.
PANEGYRICKE VERSES UPON THE AUTHOR AND HIS BOOKE
To his singular Friend Maister Lithgow.
The double travell (Lithgow) thou hast tane,
One of thy Feete, the other of thy Brane,
Thee, with thy selfe; doe make for to contend,
Whether the earth, thou’st better pac’d or pend.
Would Malagaes sweet liquor had thee crownd,
And not its trechery made thy joynts unsound,