PREFACE
PREFACE
Ah my Muse giveth my tongue to speak verses sweet to write in ink the language of the hart of I andst thru that door pour forth thoughts of I o’er this parchment white andst with this treasure of my mind giveth all andst sundry pleasure be that on Elysian plains they lie in bliss to these pleasant strains Ahh Ohh Muse giveth I that voice that sends they into mirth where all joys grow andst no sorrow knows enraptured by these line of I writ with Ohh Muse the gift of thy wit