_Gentlemen; hauing beene (with the ouerthrow giuen to my best opposed
forces) violently taken with the ouerflowing delights of
hart-rauishing Poesie, the common infection of easie youth, and
commending manie idle houres to these papers, and these to the Presse,
I commit both to your fauorable censures. In which, if there be any
thing (yet I feare I am not to attend so high a blisfulnesse) which
may yeeld you the least content, my fortune hath brought forth the
intended end of my labours, and I desire no other happinesse._