To the Right Honourable HENRY WRIOTHESLY, Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield. Right Honourable, I know not how I fhall offend, in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship; nor how the world will cenfure me, for chufing fo ftrong a prop to support fo weak a burden: only if your honour feem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with fome graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I fhall be forry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear fo barren a land, for fear it yield me still fo bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable furvey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always anfwer your own wish, and the world's hopeful expectation. Your Honour's in all duty, Will. Shakefpcar. |