And for I was in thilke ſame looſer yeares, / (Whether the Muſe, ſo wrought me from my birth, / Or I tomuch beleeued my ſhepherd peres) / Somedele ybent to ſong and muſicks mirth, / A good olde ſhephearde, Wrenock was his name, / Made me by arte more cunning in the ſame.