Now order my affaires for bloudy warre, For heere I vow this loue shall be my last, No more shall downy pleasure, like a barre, Stop my designes that now at honour gast, Shoote prophet on my forhead a blessed starre, A Tygers fiercenesse, and my heart shall moue, Because with _Hiren_ all affections past, I'le pitty none, for pitty begets loue. _FINIS._ THE LOVE OF AMOS AND LAVRA. written by S. P. LONDON Printed for Richard Hawkins, dwelling in Chancery-Lane: neere Sarieants-Inne. 1613. TO MY APPROVED AND MVCH RESPECTED FRIEND, _Iz: Wa:_ To thee thou more then thrice beloued friend, I too vnworthie of so great a blisse: These harsh tun'd lines I here to thee commend, Thou being cause it is now as it is: For hadst thou held thy tongue by silence might, These had bene buried in obliuions night. If they were pleasing, I would call them thine, And disavow my title to the verse: But being bad, I needs must call them mine, No ill thing can be clothed in thy verse. Accept them then, and where I haue offended, Rase thou it out, and let it be amended. _S. P._ THE AVTHOR TO HIS BOOKE. Go little booke into the largest world, And blase the chastnes of thy maiden Muse: Regardles of all enuie on thee hurld, By the vnkindnes that the readers vse: And those that enuie thee by scruples letter, Bid them take pen in hand and make a better. THE LOVE OF _Amos_ and _Laura_.