PREFACE
Ahh thee philistines that doth but censure what I do write andst profane with thy filthy mind what be but delight for I do sing of love that doth move all below andst all above that I do kiss thy ears with my refrains andst hopefully thy repressions to clear andst thy pains to erase andst if not thy praise at least thy passions to raise for I sing of love that hath two faces that though both do stir the blood each be perhaps the antithesis of each Yet which doth thee thy panties flood