PREFACE
Ahh Dearest reciter hear this this poesy of I of my thoughts onst this of life of nature of which some wit whose name I hast forgot But who didst exclaim that they to wealth they be like flies to shit speake I true not with smooth wit that be But But with ease true doth I But not please thy ear not to thy conscience to please well so what I doth still doth tell what uponst which thee wont thy minde to dwell that inst the fruits hart doth the worm to finde like life itself these worms feed off all they finde andst what be these worms they be thee