TO THE WORTHY GENTLEMAN, AND HIS MUCH HONOURED FRIEND, MASTER JOHN ONLEY. IR, in this my love is showne to you, since I give you the Remedy of Love, a receipe never before ministred by any but Ovid, one well skild in the cause, therefore should better gesse at the Remedy: many others, perhaps, in this world, with your selfe, which cry with our Poet, ... Oh nature too unkind, That made no medcine for a love-sick mind, Here may have remedy: (it is an infection reignes) but if your selfe or any other finde remedy in this my remedy, I (not physition like) looke but for thankes, and I appeale to all lovers for the patronizing of this little pamphlet: Thus wishing you in all your desires remedy, I rest Yours I. W. HEN Love did reade the Title of my booke, He fear'd least some had armes against Suspect mee not for such a wicked thought, I meane not to blot out what I have taught, Blest be his state! he needeth not my aide : Why should love any unto hanging force? When as even hate can drive them to no worse? The same hand which did wound shall heale the sore. The same earth, poyson'd flowres, and healthsome breeds, The rose is often neighbour unto weeds. To men and women both, I physicke give, Else I but halfe the sicke world should relieve. If any for that sexe unfitting are, Yet they by mens example may beware: Take heed, when thou dost first to like begin, Oft, that which when 'tis done is but a skarre, |