I am not ignorant (gentle Reader) how hard a matter it is for any one man to write that, which should please and satisfie all persons, we being commonly of so diuers opinions and contrary iudgements: againe Tully affirmeth it to be a very difficult thing, to finde out any matter which in his owne kinde may be in all respects perfect. Wherefore I trust by your owne iudgement I ought of reason to be the sooner pardoned (my translation being precisely tied to mine authours meaning) if anything herein besides be thought to be wanting: I haue learned by the way how comberous a thing it is to turne the selfe same matter out of the Italian language into our countrey speech. But who so doeth what he possibly can is bound to no more. And I now at the request of others (who put me in minde, that I was not onely borne vnto my selfe) haue accomplished that in the ende, which I promised and was required. With what paine and diligence, I referre me to them which are skilfull in the Italian tongue, or may the better iudge, if it please them to trie the same, casting aside this exampler. I speake it not arrogantly, I take God to witnesse: but mens painefull trauels ought not lightly to be condemned: nor surely at any time are woont to be of the learned, or discreet. By whose gentle acceptation if these my present doings be now supported, I will perswade my selfe that I haue reaped sufficient fruit of my trauell. Vnto whome with all my heart I wish prosperous successe in all their affaires. Ann. Dom. 1572. W. M. In Turchas precatio. Summe Deus, succurre tuis, miseresce tuorum, Et subeat gentis te noua cura tuæ. Quem das tantorum finem, Rex magne, laborum? In nos vibrabit tela quoúsque Sathan? Antè Rhodum, max indè Chium, nunc denique Cyprum, Turcharum cepit sanguinolenta manus. Mustafa foedifragus partes grassatur in omnes, Et Veneta Cypriam strage cruentat humum. Nec finem imponit sceleri, mollituè furorem, Nec nisi potato sanguine pastus abit. Qualis, quæ nunquam nisi plena tuménsque cruore Sanguisuga obsessam mittit hirudo cutem. Torturam sequitur tortura, cruorque cruorem, Et cædem admissam cædis alius amor. Sæuit inops animi, nec vel se temperat ipse, Vel manus indomitum nostra domare potest. At tu, magne Pater, tumidum disperde Tyrannum, Nec sine mactari semper ouile tuum. Exulet hoc monstrum, ne sanguine terra redundet. Excutiántque nouum Cypria regna iugum. Et quod Christicolæ foedns pepigere Monarchæ, Id faustum nobis omnibus esse velis. Tu pagna illorum pugnas, et bella secundes. Captiuósque tibi subde per arma Scythas. Sic tua per totum fundetur gloria mundum, Vnus sic Christus fiet, et vna fides. Gulielmus Malim. The true report of all the successe of Famagusta, made by the Earle Nestor Martiningo, vnto the renowmed Prince the Duke of Venice.