[The Printer _&c._ _1633-49:_ _om. 1650-69, which substitute Dedication_ To the _&c._ (_p._ 4)] [2 you: _1635-49:_ you, _1633_] [The Printer to the Vnderstanders. _1635-69:_ The Printer to the Reader. _1633. See note_] [28 here _1635-69: om. 1633_ (... you shall here finde them in the end,...)] _Hexastichon Bibliopolae._ I see in his last preach'd, and printed Booke, His Picture in a sheet; in _Pauls_ I looke, And see his Statue in a sheete of stone, And sure his body in the grave hath one: Those sheetes present him dead, these if you buy, You have him living to Eternity. JO. MAR. [Hexastichon Bibliopolae. _1633-69_] Hexastichon ad Bibliopolam. Incerti. _In thy Impression of_ Donnes _Poems rare, For his Eternitie thou hast ta'ne care: 'Twas well, and pious; And for ever may He live: Yet shew I thee a better way; Print but his Sermons, and if those we buy, He, We, and Thou shall live t' Eternity._ [Hexastichon ad Bibliopolam. _1635-69_] _Dedication to the Edition of 1650._ To the Right Honourable _William_ Lord _Craven_ Baron of _Hamsted-Marsham_. _My Lord_, Many of these Poems have, for severall impressions, wandred up and down trusting (as well they might) upon the Authors reputation; neither do they now complain of any injury but what may proceed either from the kindnesse of the Printer, or the curtesie of the Reader; the one by adding something too much, lest any spark of this sacred fire might perish undiscerned, the other by putting such an estimation upon the wit & fancy they find here, that they are content to use it as their own: as if a man should dig out the stones of a royall Amphitheatre to build a stage for a countrey show. Amongst all the monsters this unlucky age has teemed with, I finde none so prodigious, as the Poets of these later times, wherein men as if they would level understandings too as well as estates, acknowledging no inequality of parts and Judgements, pretend as indifferently to the chaire of wit as to the Pulpit, & conceive themselves no lesse inspired with the spirit of Poetry then with that of Religion: so it is not onely the noise of Drums and Trumpets which have drowned the Muses harmony, or the feare that the Churches ruine wil destroy their Priests likewise, that now frights them from this Countrey, where they have been so ingenuously received, but these rude pretenders to excellencies they unjustly own who profanely rushing into _Minervaes_ Temple, with noysome Ayres blast the lawrell w^{ch} thunder cannot hurt. In this sad condition these learned sisters are fled over to beg your L^{ps}. protection, who have been so certain a patron both to arts and armes, and who in this generall confusion have so intirely preserved your Honour, that in your Lordship we may still read a most perfect character of what _England_ was in all her pompe and greatnesse, so that although these