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This done, I twenty more had in my crown ;
Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.
Well, so I did; but yet I did not think
Neither did I but vacant seasons spend
From worser thoughts, which make me do amiss.
Thus I set pen to paper with delight,
And quickly had my thoughts in black and white,
For having now my method by the end,
Still as I pull'd, it came; and so I penn'd
It down; until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
Well, when I had thus put my ends together, I showed them others, that I might see whether They would condemn them, or them justify; And some said, Let them live; some, Let them die : Some said, John, print it; others said, Not so: Some said, It might do good; others said, No.
Now was I in a strait, and did not see Which was the best thing to be done by me: At last I thought, Since you are thus divided, I print it will; and so the case decided.
The Author's Apology.
For, thought I, some I see would have it done,
I further thought, if now I did deny
If that thou wilt not read, let it alone;
I did too with them thus expostulate :
May I not write in such a style as this?
In such a method, too, and yet not miss
My end, thy good? Why may it not be done?
Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.
Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver drops
Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either,
You see the ways the fisherman doth take