TO HIS BOOK. Go, little Book! thyself present, As child whose parent is unkent, To him that is the President Of Nobleness and Chivalry: And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee Under the shadow of his wing. And, asked who thee forth did bring, A shepheard's swain, say, did thee sing, All as his straying flock he fed: And, when his Honour has thee read, Crave pardon for thy hardyhed. But, if that any ask thy name, Say, thou wert base-begot with blame; Forthy thereof thou takest shame. And, when thou art past jeopardy, Come tell me what was said of me, And I will send more after thee. IMMERITO.