The Raynbowe bending in the skye,Bedeckte with sundrye hewes,Is lyke the seate of God on hye,And seemes to tell these newes:That as thereby he promis….

In dance the hand hath liberty to touch, the eye to gaze, the arm for to embrace..

Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby..

I thinke it not amisse to forewarne you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your verse as may be: and hereunto I might alledge many ….

Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall,That every bullet hath a lighting place..

Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best..

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke. [The more the merrier.].

How sweet war is to such as know it not..