PREFACE
PREFACE
Ahh whenst love doth wound thy heart fromst that poisoned dart andst thee needs to tell what on thy breath has fall to tell in words that be but thy hearts blood whenst thee pleasure doth fine in giving knowledge to others minds or thee finds joy in that others do read of thy hearts which be of a kindred kind or perhaps thee be just vain to just to want others on thy wit to be entertain so thee writes of thyself disguised ast fromst a Muse to fool others for to just to look at thee