Prologue

• Shakespeare. 'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
  Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.'

• Shakespeare. TO THE
  RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
  EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. 5

• Shakespeare. RIGHT HONORABLE,
  I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my
  unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will
  censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a
  burden only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account 10
  myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle
  hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if
  the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be
  sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so
  barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. 15
  I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your
  heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish
  and the world's hopeful expectation.

• Shakespeare. Your honour's in all duty,
  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 20