PREFACE
PREFACEAhh what doth the Muse do singeth in these verse be they of desires fires or be of pain that doth rain o’er the mind perverse strange tale might they be for any clime maybe doth the Muses breath caress thee with words of soft kiss doth tears pour down thy heated cheeks or doth rage instil thy soul at such filth Ahhh but these word be just ink writ upon a page andst it be but thy own issue that might make thee rage Yet dear reciter whenst all is said andst done the Muse doth entertain so have some fun