To The Covrteovs Reader Poem by Joseph Fletcher

Kinde Friend:
In friendly kindness I thee send
This little Book, which I have penn'd.
A Book? unworthy: yet doth bring,
Of what is penn'd the worthiest thing.
Thy Life, or Death, it doth thee shew,
In matter old; in methode new.
The matter then doe not reject,
Sith Life or Death it doth reflect.
And if the methode thee distast,
My good-will for amends thou hast.
Yet reade it not for ought that's mine;
But 'cause the subject is divine.