Sonnet 31 (Sonnet 31)

ME thinkes I see some crooked Mimicks jeere,
And …axe my Muse with this fantasticke grace,
Turning my papers, askes, what haue we heere?
Making withall, some filthie an…ike face;
I feare no censure, nor what thou canst say,
Nor shall my spirit one jo…e of vigor lose,
Thinkst thou my wit shall keepe the packe-horse way,
That eu'rie d…dgen lowe inuention goes?
Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest,
And eu'rie drudge doth dull our sa…iate e…re?
Thinkst thou my Loue shall in those ragges be drest,
That eu'rie dowdie, eu'rie t…ull doth wea…e?
Vnto my pitch no common iudgement flies,
I scorne all earthlie dung-bred scarabies.