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A Conclusion.
BUt He alone, that's free from all defect,
And onely cannot erre (true Wisedomes Sire)
Can, without error, all in All effect:
But weake are men in acting their desire.
This Worke is filde; but not without a flaw;
Yet filde with Paine, Care, Cost, and all in all:
But (as it were by force of Natures Law)
It hath some faults, which on the Printers fall.
No Book so blest that ever scap't the
Presse
(For ought I ever read, or heard) without;
Correctors fulst of Art, and
Carefullnesse,
Cannot prevent it; Faults will flee about.
But here's not many: so, the easier may
Each gentle Reader rub away their staines:
Then (when the verdall Blots were done away)
I hope their profit will exceede their
paines.
Besides it may be thought a fault in me,
To have omitted some few differences
Of Coronets of high'st and low'st degree;
But this I may not well a fault confess:
For, twixt a Duke and Marquess Coronets
Is so smal* 1.1 ods as it is scarce discern'd,
As here i'th Earl and Vicounts frontilets
May by judicious Artists now be learn'd.
Then these are faults that Reason doth excuse;
And were committed wilfully, because
Where is no difference there is no abuse,
To Grace, Armes, Nature, order, or their Lawes.
This breakes no rule of Order, though there be
An Order in Degrees concerning This:
If Order were infring'd; then should I flee
From my chiefe purpose, and my Mark should miss.
ORDER is Natures beauty: and the way
To Order is by Rules that Art hath found:
Defect and excesse in those Rules bewray,
Order's defective, Nature's much deform'd.
But ORDER is the Center of that
GOD
That is unbounded, and All circumscribes;
Then, if this Worke hath any likelyhood
Of the least good, the good to it ascribes.