Wherein (as in aglaffe) we fee 



How thou thy minde haft bent. 

 Thy bodic toyld,thy time beftowde, 



Negleaingft. 

 And ait content that we fhall reape 

 The fcede which thou haft fbwne 



Could, 



Difcharg'dheerintho 



A right good Chriftian part, 

 In bringing foorth to publike good 



This treafure of thine art : 

 Notbunglcd,botched,hackt and hewde : 



Norpendinchildifhguife, 

 But fquar'd by skill,and tridc by proofc, 



In Judgement of the wife. 



Within our Englifh foyle, 

 More ftore than ere afore we did, 



Through this thy learned toyle : 

 And each thing fo methodicall, 



Soaptlycouchtinplace, 



But may behold dame Natures ftorc 



By fitting ftill at home. 

 We fee here a perpetuall fpring, 



A gallant flowring May, 

 Which month is painter of the world, 



As fome great Clerks do fay. 

 Rcioicc in God (good Gerard) ftill, 



Who thus hath lent thee ftrength, 



