I humblie craue that as my fall,
Hath much offended each degree,
So my restore, may comfort all
That loue the Lord vnfeinedlie.
And to that end I wish this booke,
In all mens hands accordinglie,
That whosoeuer on it looke,
May praise the Lord eternallie.
Amen, quoth. H.A. prisoner.
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