Unto The Reader Poem by William Barlow

Unto The Reader



Thys treatyse more than an C. yere olde
Declareth howe owre prelatis do ferre a mysse
Which of frowarde presumpcion are so bolde
To forbede the worde of god in englishe
For as the prophete saieth blessed he is
That exercyseth him selfe diligently
In scripture night and daye continually.

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