Epigram 32 (Matho, if common liking might suffice,)

Matho, if common liking might suffice,
And temprate iudgement, when you do repeat,
Then would I praise your verses once or twise.
But I must rage and cry, and sweare and sweat,
I must condemne the writers of all ages,
And wrong diuiner wits which were before:
When hauing spent and consum'de all my praises
Yet you reade on, and yet you looke for more.
Henceforth looke for no praise at your recyting.
Wordes are but winde, i'le set it downe in writing.