The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.

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Title: The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.
Author: Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
Publication: Printed at London :: By E[dward] A[llde] & are to be solde [by Nathaniel Butter] at the Pide-bull neere St. Austins gate,; 1612.
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Epilogue.

GOod Reader, if my harshe vnlearned rimes,
(Where with my Muse hath whipt these heedles times)
Hath pleasd thy pallat with their true endeauor:
She then will thinke her selfe most fortunate,
And shall heere after be importunate.
Her selfe in better labors to perseuer.
I speake not to those ignorant Iacke=〈◊〉〈◊〉,
That with their Canker-biting enuious iawes,
Will seeme to staine my Muses innocence.
But in all humblenes I yeeld to those,
Who are detracting Ignorances foes:
And loues the labors of each good pretence.
Dislike and scorne may chance my Booke to smother,
But kinde acceptance brings forth such another.