Albumleaf 149: October 25, 2018 (Bologna)
Goe little booke: thy selfe present,
As child whose parent is unkent . . .
And asked, who thee forth did bring
A shepheards swaine saye did thee sing,
All as his straying flocke he fedde . . .
But if that any aske thy name,
Say thou wert base begot with blame:
For thy thereof thou takest shame.
And when thou art past ieopardee,
Come tell me, what was sayd of mee:
And I will send more after thee.
–The Shepheardes Calender, opening
