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^ A Profopopoicall fpeache 

 of the Booke. 



SOme tell of starres th'influence straunge, 

 Some tell of bjTdes which flie in th'a^Te, 

 Some tell of beastes on land which raunge. 



Some tell of fishe in riuers fajTe, 

 Some tell of serpentes sundn' sortes, 



Some tell of plantes the full effect, 

 Of EngUsh dogges I sound reportes, 



Their names and natures I detect, 

 My forhed is but baulde and bare : 



But \'et my bod'j's beutifull, 

 For pleasaunt flowTes in me there are, 



And not so fjTie as plentifull : 

 And though my garden plot so greene. 



Of dogges receaue the trampling feete. 

 Yet is it swept and kept full cleene, 



So that it yeelds a sauuur sweete. 



Ah. Fie. 



