I pleade no needlesse haste.

But as a child of feeble force,
I keep my fathers home,
And, bashfull at eche strangers sight,
Dare not abroad to rome,

Saue to his kinne of neerest bloud,
Or friends of dearest price,
Who, for his sake, not my desert,
With welcome me entice.





T H E

S V R V E Y

O F

CORNWALL.

The first Booke.



Cornwall, the farthest Shire of England Westwards, hath her name by
diuers Authors diuersly deriued. Some (as our owne Chroniclers) draw