Here’s but _one Line_; and, but _one Line a Day_, Is all the _taske_ our _Motto_, seemes to lay: And, that is thought, perhaps, a thing so small, As if it were as good bee nought at all. But, be not so deceiv’d; For, oft you see _Small things_ (in time) _great matters_, rise to be: Yea, that, which when the same was first begun, A _Trifle_ seem’d, (and easie to be done) By long nelect of time, will _burthensome_, And, at the last, _impossible_, become. Great _Clarkes_, there are, who shall not leave behinde them, One good _Weekes_ worke, for _Future-Times_ to minde them, (In _Callings_, either Humane, or Divine) Who, by composing but _each Day a Line_, Might _Authors_, of some famous _Workes_ appeare, In sixtie, seventie, or in eightie yeare; To which, ten hundred thousands have arrived Of whom, we see no signe that ev’r they lived. And, with much pleasure, wee might all effect, Those needfull _Works_, which often we neglect, (Vntill too late). If we but, now and then Did spare one houre to exercise the penn. For, still, _one-Line_, another draweth on, And, _Line_ by _Line_, great _Workes_ at last are done. Whereas, _dis-use_, and many dayes mispent, Without their _Lines_, let in _discouragement_, Or, bring _Despaire_; which doth so sottish make us, That we, to no endeavour can betake us. Marke this, and, labour in some honest _Way_, As much as makes, at least, _One Line a Day_, _Our outward =Hopes= will take effect, According to the =King’s= aspect._ [Illustration: AD REGIS NUTUS. ILLVSTR. XXV. _Book. 3_]