Conceyted letters, nevvly layde open: or A most excellent bundle of new wit wherin is knit vp together all the perfections or arte of episteling, by which the most ignorant may with much modestie talke and argue with the best learned. A worke varying from the nature of former presidents.

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Title: Conceyted letters, nevvly layde open: or A most excellent bundle of new wit wherin is knit vp together all the perfections or arte of episteling, by which the most ignorant may with much modestie talke and argue with the best learned. A worke varying from the nature of former presidents.
Author: Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
Publication: London :: Printed by B. Alsop, for Samuel Rand, and are to be sold at his shop neere Holborne bridge,; 1618.
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SYr; if your wits goes with your eyes, your braynes may be on the out-side of your head: and th••n if you deceyue your seife, I hope I shall not bee blamed, Colours are but shadowes, and may b••full of illusions, and the worthynesse of vertue may be a reach aboue the Worldes reason, yet the discouery of affection may be mor••in wordes then matter, especially where discretion sounds the depth of desart, though the honour as truth be worth regard. Where there is no faults there néedes no pardon, and therefore without trouble of Patience, fin∣ding no cause of displeasure, I thus conclude: Loue hath a priuilege to be at the commaund of kindnesse, in which I rest, to wish you much happinesse.

Your wel-willing Friend. E. S.