Of Balbus a Poet

BAlbus of Writers reck'ning vp a Rable,
Thinks their names are by him made honorable:
And not vouchsafing me to name at all,
He thinkes that he hath greeu'd me to the gall.
I galled? Simple foole! nor yet gulled,
To thinke I may thee pray for such a dull head.
Those that are guilty of defect, and blame,
Doe neede such testimonials of their fame.
Learne then, vntaught, learn then you enuious elues.
Books are not praised, that do not praise themselues.