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❧ To the Reader.
PASQVILL, as you haue heard, ha∣uing had many madde humours in his heade, could neuer be at quiet in his heart, till he had eased his minde of his melācholy: now of late, leauing boyes play to goe to coytes, to put toyes out of his heade, fell to studie of loue: which, finding out a Mistresse for his humour, put his wits to many good seruices, scarce worthie the reci∣ting. But, in briefe, he was so graueled in the admiration of her perfections, that he look't so farre into her minde, as made him haue minde almost of nothing else; till, fin∣ding the varietie of her inclination, hee grewe out of loue with loue: his mistresse was but a dreame, and wo∣men were strange creatures: if they were as they should be, they were to hard to come by: if, as too many be, they were better lost than founde. And in this quandarie of quimeddledy, how now (according to the olde country Rounde, Take the best, and leaue the worst, and breake none of the pale) hee hath written his minde of all that came to his thought, hoping the best will be quiet, and the rest wil mende. And so, wishing euery man to take his fortune, as patiently as hee may, and to speake as well of him, as he list, he rests, after his olde fashion,
Pasquill.