Against a foolish Satyrist called Lynus

HElpe, friends, I feele my credit lyes a bleeding,
For Lynus, who to me beares hate exceeding,
I heare against me is eu'n now a breeding,
A bitter Satyr all of Gall proceeding:
Now sweet Apollos Iudge, to be his speeding,
For what he writes, I take no care nor heeding.
For none of worth wil think them worth the reeding.
So my friend Paulus censures them who sweares,
That Lynus verse fuits best with Mydas eares,