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Peter Mosse his Lenuoy to the Author. A.T.
KInde friend, behold a hopefull misterie, In both thy names inwrapt, there seemes to bee, For as S. Augustine with pious loue, In former time, (mens ignorance t'reproue) Did teach and preach the Gospell and did turne, The hearts of Kings, (faire Brittaines Iles adorne) To become Christians: And behind his deedes In print are left, to helpe vs in our needes. Now I thy friend the boldlier diuine, Because thou art another Augustine, Or rather in the word that strengthn'd lies, Taylor which is, and which so much implyes: For thy discerning iudgment hath discride, Oracles of truth, not ought is left aside; But is produc'd; and for the nuptiall feast Hath shapt this garment, worthi'st for the best, And as it's fram'd all by thy curious hand, Euerlastingly a monument shall stand, That neither time, nor enuy, can deface, Out lasting life, and to thy life a grace.Your most assured, Peter Mosse.