Epistle L. On the famous Romance, called The innocent Impostor

'TWill be expected now that I should raise
Some Monument unto the Author's praise,
The Works, or the Translators; else I fear,
The Reader 'll wonder what I do make here.
'Tis grown Apocryphal, and by the Wits
Quite voted down; Who hold it not befits
A true-born Fancy, to be Smith-field-wise
Put off with Toll and Vouchrs; this defies
Such Cruches; for 'tis of so clear a Nature,
'Twill pass without the Chaplains Imprimatur,
Or our Certificates: Besides I carry
Such a dislike to all things Customary,
I'll cheat all expectation, and will be
Thankful to them, but chiefly unto thee.
In these Self-ended times we only do,
Or thank or praise those we're beholding to:
So call our Justice Charity, and say
We do bestow, when we do only pay:
For though the work be rare; yet should it be
Still in its dress, what had it been to me?
And though translated by this worthy pen,
If not exposed to the view of Men,
I had ne'r seen't perhaps, But since all three
Have clubb'd in this production, I must be
Grateful to all, and to give all your right,
Must praise, and love, and thank Bellay, Dod, Wright.