PREFACE
Ahh What be this world Gods work some may say or perhaps ast doth say just science naught But Natures art andst way so take which thee may But listen to what I may say upon my part of this riddle mystery that doth all us waylay fromst which life we cannot fly until we die so howeth doth we live inst this world of gain andst pain of dazzle andst blight of dark andst light where with delight But next we doth But bleed with might Ahh sadly it be so that with all the poets wit andst all that is writ upon such perfumed script Ahh sadly so it be not I to tell thee how or so But Oh thee must thy Way to see