PREFACE
PREFACE Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flabus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua Ahh what balderdash what trumpery to waste thy inke to spill thy writers minde with such rhetoric that doth But stain the page of vellum not with golden lines or coloured leaves But all we doest finde be But an attempt to deceive with wit we doest admit But thy fame to us thee doth not gain for humbler wits this shepherds pipe doth sing inst a simpler vaine andst doth he pour out his wit uponst his breath that doth breathe words for common mindes so let the elite dote onst complex things to wonder andst not to see But simplicity andst let my reciters drink my Muses wine fromst my Apollos cup andst of that other wit to distaine andst those of vulgus mindes see what the elite that wonder at lofty things cant But to gain