P. K. In commendation of this worke

If Poets pens deserued prayse,
 Whose paynes deserued well:
Much more the mindes, the pens, the men,
 Indued with heauenly skill.


Of loue, of warre, of Plants, of Birds,
 Of Sheepe and Shepheards toyes:
Haue Poets writ who lie in dust,
 Bereft of heauenly ioyes.


Yet these we see through worlde their prayse,
 With eccho doth resound:
Much more is prayse to Cotton due,
 Who makes Gods worde his ground.