The Author to his Muse

WHy makst (fond Muse) a mixture so vnmeet
Of good, and bad in this thou hast composd
Sith good and bad, do marre all where they meete,
If they, in one by armes of Art be clos'd?
Is it because thou so woulest Simbolize
The nature of the All, in nature bred,
Whose good doth bad, and bad doth good comprize
So as they scarce can be distinguished?
Or istsith thou wouldst please the good and bad,
And so (like Sinne) a people-pleaser bee?
Elce ist because that vice & Vertues trade
Is measurd by the rule of Vanity?
What ere it be it is farre out of Square,
If it be tride by true Decorums Squire;
Yet skils it not: sith out so all things are
That made are of Earth, Water, Aire, and Fire!
Then these, of Wits fire made, for Aire of Fame,
(Yet some are Earthly, or with folly flow)
The fire is faultie, and the Aire too blame:
Yet heat and moisture maks young things to grow
But yet if these grow great, and swell with praise
more then with numbers, or inuention,
Then good and badd, conioynd' in these Essaies,
Doth please the World, best pleasd with both in one.
Yet what is got by pleasing one so base
But high'st displeasure of the High'st of all,
Abuse of Nature, Arte, Witt, Time, and Grace,
Abuse to please ABVSES Generall:
Then take this for a vantage, World, for I
Will please thee so no more, but liue, and dy
Thy fained frend, or open Enemy.