'y^Tbs fecond books of the Silke - 
Wormes and their Flies. 
O Thou whofe fweet Sc heau’nljr-tuned Pfalmes 
^Thc heau ns thcfelucsare fcarcc inough to prailc, 
Whofe pennediuine and confecrated palmes. 
From wronging verfe did Roy all Singer rule, 
Vouchfatc from brothers ghoft no niggards almes. 
Now to enrich my high afpiring layes, 
Striuing to ghefle,or rather truely rcedc. 
What fhall become of all this little breedc. 
This little breedc? nay eucn theleaft of all. 
The leaf!? nay greater then the greateft are* 
For though in fhew their {ubftanccbcbut fmall, 
Yet with their worth what great ones may compare! 
What egges as the{e,arc fo much fphericall 
Of all that cu« winged Naturctbarc! 
As though they oncly had deferu d to hauc, t *gawitb other 
The lelfe fame forme which God to hcauens gaue. 
From LyUan egges a mightic (1) bird doth ri fe, s rht 
Scorning both horfe and horfemen in the chacc, 
With ’Roe-bucks fcctc, throwing in furious wife* 
Duft,graucll,land and ftoncs at hunters face. 
Yet dwels there not beneath the vauted skies, 
A greater foolc of all the fcathred race: 
For if a little buffi his head doth hide, 
Hethinkcs his body cannotbcefpide. 
G From 
