To the Right Reverend Father in God, David, Lord Bishop of Edenborough

Deviding of Gods word belongs to you,
A reverend Prelate who therein pursue,
Versed so perfectly in holy writ,
In readinesse straightway to open it,
Declaring as the Apostle doth injoyne,

Lending the sence in time and out of time,
In faithfull manner dealing forth the bread,
Not out of order to whom should be fed,
Doubtlesse who thus doth as your selfe doth foe,
Eternall honour unto him shall flowe.
So to conclude, soe lend and so decide ,
Ever Gods blessed word that may betide,
Your commendations on the peoples side.
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