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¶A Gentleman being on a time desyred of diuers of his friendes sitting togeather in companye, to make some verses, which he graunted, and yet not knowing howe to please them al, and yet willing to perfourme his promise, wrote as followeth.
SOme pleasaunt heades delight in prety toyes,
And some count toyes, most méete for foolish boyes.
Some greatly loue to heare a merry ryme,
Some stately styles, which doe to honour clyme.
Some loue no rymes, what euer so they bée,
And some mens mindes, with verses best agree.
Thus euery one hath by himselfe a vayne,
Which all to please, it were to great a payne.
Which since I sée tis farre too much for mee,
To wryte what may with all mindes best agrée.
I thinke it best since I haue nothing don,
To make an ende of that is scarce begon.
So shall I well my promise p••st fulfill,
In wryting thus according to my skill.
Which promise made of myne, I trow was this,
To wryte a ryme, and heare a ryme there is.
Wherein although but little reason be,
Yet ryme ••••••re is, and sence ynough for me.
Finis.