To all true Louers of the right graci∣ous Queene Elizabeth, in her life; being vn∣doubtedly those faithfull Subiects that now honour and affect our most potent Lord, King Iames, after her death.
MY Epistle to you, is like the litle Towne that the Cynicke would haue perswa∣ded the Citizens was readie to runne out at the great gates, being scarce so long as the Title. In a word, the negli∣gence of many better able, hath made me bold to write a small Epitomie, touching the abūdant vertues of Elizabeth our late sacred Mistris. In∣treating of her Princely birth, chast life, royall gouernment, and happie death; being a Lady borne, liuing, raigning, dying, all for Englands good. The manner is handled between Shep∣heards, Page [unnumbered] the forme of speech like the persons, rude: Affection exceedeth Eloquence, and I haue not shewne much Art; but exprest the du∣tie of a louing hart: Shead some teares in rea∣ding our Shepheards sorrow; and in that true passion, let your loue to our royall Lord be shewne: who hateth hypocrites, as iust men hell. Farewell all of you, that giue the dead Queene a sad Farewell, and the liuing King, a glad Wel∣come; the rest are Time-pleasers, and I write not to them.
Foelicem fuisse infaustum.