O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best beleeue it.

Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father, But that I know Loue is begun by Time:

Thy louing Father Hamlet.

And because that the whole world may more commodiously reioyce at this my trauell, I haue caused it to be printed in this order: and now I present it vnto you (gentle and louing Readers) to whom for the varieties of things heerein contented, I hope that it shall be with great delight receiued.

You shortly shall heare more, I lou'd your Father, and we loue our Selfe, And that I hope will teach you to imagine Enter a Messenger.

Je loue vos sentiments.

O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best beleeue it.

No, Nymph; although I loue this laurel tree, My fancy ten times more affecteth thee: