ABSTRACT
Bringes forth unformd, unlyke her selfe her yong: Nought els but lumpes of fleshe withouten heare, In tract of time, ·her often lycking tong
Geves them such shape, as doth (ere long) delight The lookers on: Or when one dogge doth shake With moosled mouth, the joyntes too weake to fight. Or when upright he standeth by his stake,
(A noble creast,) or wylde in savage wood, A dosyn dogges one holdeth at a baye, With gaping mouth, and stayned jawes with blood, Or els, when from the farthest heavens, they
Right so my muse Hath (now at length) with travelll long brought forth Her tender whelpes, her divers kin des of style, Such as they are, or nought, or little woorth, Which carefull travell, and a longer whyle,
May better shape. The eldest of them loe, I offer to the stake, my youthfull woorke, Which one reprochefull mouth might overthrowe: The rest (unlickt as yet) a whyle shalllurke,
Tyll tyme geve strength, to meete and match in fight with slaunders whelpes. Then shall they tell of stryfe Of noble tryumphes, and deedes of martial might, And shall geve rules of chast and honest lyfe.
