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THOMAS CHITHAMVS LON∣DINENSIS LVDIMAGISTER: In Authoris Libri{que} Laudem.
THe banckes of Hellicon where Muses dwell,
Afforde not stuffe with this to be compar'd.
Trueth in her Cullers heere doth farre excell
Grosse errors Newcome-in. So hath it far'd
Continually: For Trueth shall sit aloft,
When Ignorance shall with disgrace be scoft.
The Alpes and Pyrene Mountaines are but low,
In lie'w of this well seated flagrant HILL.
Hence nowrishment for Conscience fast doth flow:
Ne're thirsting liquor doth this Lymbecke still.
HILL, for thy paynes, if each man yeeld thy due,
They can not choose but say th'hast spoken true.
Philosophers, Phisitions, Poets eake,
With great Ichouah (Reader) thou shalt finde,
By way of Apologue hereof to speake:
All these in Truthes defence are strong combin'de:
Then yeeld to Truth; (for Truth applaud doth gaine)
At least-wise, thanke the Author for his paine.
Thomas Chitham.