To his friend. Of his Booke of Aiax

YOu muse to find in me such alteration,
That I, that may denly to write was wont,
Would now set to a Booke so desperate front,
As I might scant defend by incitation.
My Muse that time did need a strong Purgation,
Late hauing tane some bruse by lewd reports;
And whē the Physick wrought, you know the fashi
Whereto a man in such a case resorts:
And so my Muse, with good decorum spent
On that base titled Booke, her excrement.