Against Paulus

BEcause in these so male contented times,
I please my selfe with priuate recreation;
In reading or in sweetest contemplation,
Or writing sometime prose, oft pleasant rimes:
Paulus, whom I haue thought my friend sometimes,
Seekes all he may to taint my reputation:
Not with complaints, nor any haynous crimes,
But onely saying in his scoffing fashion,
These writers that still sauour of the schooles,
Frame to themselues a Paradice of fooles.
But while he scornes our mirth and plaine simplicitie,
Himselfe doth sayle to Affricke and Ind.
And seekes with hellish paines, yet doth not finde
That blisse, in which he frames his wise felicitie.
Now which of twaine is best, some wise men tell,
Our Paradice, or else wise Paulus hell.