THE PROE ME To the Courteous READ E R. REA T marvell bath it been, (and that not unworthily to diverfe worthy wits,) that in this our Island of Britain, in all rare fciences fo greatly abounding, more efpecially in all kinds of Poefie highly flourishing, no Poet (though otherways of notable cunning in roundelays) bath hit on the right fimple Eclogue after the true ancient guise of Theocritus, before this my attempt. Other Poet travailing in this plain highway of Paftoral know I none. Yet, certes, Juchk |