TO THE GREAT VARIETY OF READERS, ROM the most able, to him that can but spell: There you are number'd. We had rather you were weighd. Especially, when the fate of all Bookes depends upon your capacities: and not of your heads alone, but of your purses. Well! it is now publique, and you wil stand for your priviledges wee know. to read, and censure. Do so, but buy it first. That doth best commend a Booke, the Stationer saies. Then, how odde soever your braines be, or your wisedomes, make your licence the same, and spare not. Iudge your sixe-pen'orth, your shillings worth, your fiue shillings worth at a time, or higher, so you rise to the just rates, and welcome. But, what euer you do, Buy. Censure will not driue a Trade, or make the Iacke go. And though you be a Magistrate of wit, and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers, or the Cock-pit, to arraigne Playes dailie, know, these Playes haue had their triall alreadie, and stood out all Appeales; and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court, then any purchas'd Letters of commendation. It had bene a thing, we confesse, worthie to have bene wished, that the Author himselfe had lived to haue set forth, and ouerseen his owne writings; But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise, and he by death departed from that right, we pray you, doe not envie his Friends, the office of their care, and paine, to haue collected & publish'd them; and so to have publish'd them, as where (before) you were abus'd with diuerse stolne, and surreptitious copies, maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of injurious impostors, that expos'd them: euen those are now offer'd to your view cur'd, and perfect of their limbes; and all the rest, absolute in their numbers, as he conceived the Who, as he was a happie imitator of Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it. His mind and hand went together and what he thought, he vttered with that easinesse, that wee have scarse receiued from him a blot in his papers. But it is not our prouince, who onely gather his works, and giue them you, to praise him. It is yours that reade him. And there we hope, to your diuers capacities, you will finde enough, both to draw, and hold you: for his wit can no more lie hid, then it could be lost. Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe : And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to vnderstand him. And so we leaue you to other of his Friends, whom if you need, can bee your guides: if you neede them not, you can leade your selves, and others. And such readers we wish him. JOHN HEMINGE, MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US. O draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, This refers to some lines by William Basse, beginning:- To learned Chaucer; and rare Beaumont lie And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome As they were not of Nature's family. A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold fourfold tomb. oes not appear that they were printed before 1633, when they iven among Donnes's Poems, printed in quarto in that year. are also to be found in the edition of Francis Beaumont's given by Blaicklock in 1653, 8vo. For though the poet's matter Nature be, And such wert thou. Look how the father's face Of SHAKESPEARE's mind and manners brightly shines In each of which he seems to shake a lance, To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, night, And despairs day, but for thy volumes light. BEN JONSON1. 1 Ben Jonson also wrote the following lines, which are prefixed before the portrait of Shakespeare, by Droeshant, in the folio editions: TO THE READER. This Figure, that thou here seest put, His face; the Print would then surpasse Not on his Picture, but his Booke. B. L. |