The Author vpon his infant Poeme

If ought's amisse, imputed let it be,
Toth' time wherein this Poeme it was writ,
Which was (I must confesse) my infancy
Of Age, Art Iudgement, Knowledge, and of Wit:
Nor doe I thinke it would this time befit,
To meddle with my youths minority.
Vnpolisht and vnhewd, I therefore send it
Freely toth' World, that she may friendly mend it.