vol. 1, p. 11

Honorable Sir
I have [perused?] the [samle?] treatise[,?] which from [? Hor?] I borrowed [,?] wherein I founde very many [fayre?] and [fragrante?] flowers[.?] yet [intermixte?] with severall and diverse [pinchings]
thorns[,?] which will sore wound[,?] if thy be not dexterously handled [:?] a [sroeek?] and delightsome [potione?] [,?] yet mixte with venemous [poyson?] [,?] which will [?] [cast?] the [drincher?] onto the slumber of deadly sleepe [,?] if the poison be not separated [,?]
a whoelsome [savle?] [,?] to cure the [feastered?] wooundes of the [?] soule [,?] yet
sprinkled with poysened dust [,?] which [.?] if it be not flower of, will [?] [canker?]
the woundes and make them [incurable?] finally a pleasante and [fayere?] way to
the lande of promise [,?] yet [obvious?] to many deepe rivers and pitts [,?] where a man [faded text in brackets?] may be [unexpectedy?] [drowned?].

The whoele [drift?] and principall end of the Author[,?] [faded text?]

Honorable Sir
I have [perused?] the [samli?] treatise[comma?] which from [? Hor?] I borrowed wherein I found very many [fayre?] and [fragranti?] flowers[comma?] yet [intermixte?] severall and diverse [pinchings]
thorns[comma] which will sore wound[comma] if thy be not dexterously handled