GOE, little booke: thy selfe present, As child whose parent is unkent, To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chevalree: And if that Envie barke at thee, As sure it will, for succoure flee Under the shadow of his wing; And asked, who thee forth did bring, A shepheards swaine, saye, did thee sing, All as his straying flocke he fedde: And when his honor has thee redde, Crave pardon for my hardyhedde. But if that any aske thy name, Say thou wert base begot with blame: Forthy thereof thou takest shame. And when thou art past jeopardee, Come tell me what was sayd of mee: And I will send more after thee. IMMERITO. |