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THE PRINTER To the Reader.
GENTLEMEN, I vnderstand that the AVTHOR is so farre out of patience, to heare that this Pasquill is prest for the publike view, which was entended onely for the priuate satisfaction of his peculiar friends, that hee will not greet the READER so much as with a Letter of Com∣mendations; yet considering that in these dayes we are alto∣ther carryed away with Fashions, and that it is quite be∣side the custome to put forth a Poem, without a Dedicato∣rie preamble, let mee I pray you make bold, for want of a better scholler, to salute the courteous Reader with a few words of Complement. Who the Author is I know not, & therefore on his behalfe I will be silent; yet I heare that hee is of the minde of that merry Huntsman, which would nei∣ther giue nor sell his Hare, but when he saw the Trauailer gallop away with her, and that hee was out of hope to haue her againe, he cryed out, Take her, Gentleman, I will be∣stow her on you. Concerning the Poem, although I shall be thought to be sutor vltra crepidam, yet in my opinion, it is a tollerable Pint of Poeticall Sherry, and if the Muses Seller afford no worse wine, it will make Sacke better re∣spected, and goe downe the merrier.