Classic Poem

S r . w th my service I present this booke
a trifle, I confesse, but pray you looke
vpon the sender, not his guift, w th your
accustomde favor, and then 't will indure
your serch the better. somethinge there may bee
you'l finde in the perusall fit for mee
to gieve to one I honor, and may pleade
in your Defence, though you descende to read
a Pamphlet of this nature, may it prove
in your free iudgement, though not worth you r love
yet fit to finde a pardon, and I'll say
vpon your warrant that it is a play.