<p>TO HIS BOOK.<br>Go, little Book! thyself present,<br>As child whose parent is unkent,<br>To him that is the President<br>Of Nobleness and Chivalry:<br>And if that Envy bark at thee,<br>As sure it will, for succour flee<br>Under the shadow of his wing.<br>And, asked who thee forth did bring,<br>A shepheard's swain, say, did thee sing,<br>All as his straying flock he fed:<br>And, when his Honour has thee read,<br>Crave pardon for thy hardyhed.<b...