Chapter X
Therefore, my Muse, draw up thy flowing sail,And acclamate a gentle hailWith all thy art and metaphors, which must prevail.
Jam prima Oceani pars est praeterita nostri.Imparibus restat danda secunda modis.Quam si praestiterit mentem Daemon malus addam,Cum sapiens totus prodierit Rabelais.
Malevolus.
(Reader, the Errata, which in this book are not a few, are casually lost; and therefore the Translator, not having leisure to collect them again, craves thy pardon for such as thou may’st meet with.)