Epigram 2 (An heauie book reader my weary pen,)

An heauie book reader my weary pen,
Doth here present to thee, which doth containe
The faultes and euils of so many men,
With which my paper doth euen sinke againe.
They haue confest their sinnes into my booke,
Which here vnloaded, all they haue forsaken.
Now for newe faults and errours they must looke.
Cleere of the olde which I haue vndertaken.
If I keepe them, their record will remaine.
If I doe not, they will returne againe.