To all dispersed sorts of arts and trades
I write the needles prayse (that never fades).
So long as children shall be got or borne,
So long as garments shall be made or worne,
So long as hemp or flax, or sheep shall bear their linen woolen fleeces yeare by yeare,
So long as silk-wormes, with exhausted spoil,
Of their own entrails for man's gaine shall toyle,
Yea til the world be quite dissolv'd and past,
So long at least, the needle's use shall last.
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