To the honourable and my much honored Sr Iohn Egerton Knight

T O minde you in my wilde light-footed rimes,
Which runne like roes till searce themselues they see
Is but a trick (vs'd in these wilder times)
That scarce with ciuill manners doth agree:
Yet for my Muse would faine her cunning proue
To catch you (as men hares with tabers catch)
She drawes these lines to compasse in your lone;
For which in game and ernest still I watch:
And if thereby I chance to compasse it,
Ile say your loue is tamer then my witt.