To Crispinus

Crispinus 'cause you lately writ a play,
And then didst put't in print the other day,
You think your self to be a profest Poet,
And where you come, believe, that all men know it:
By which smal work you now are grown so proud,
That now you dare amidst the Homers croud;
And 'cause you'have sipt a little, think you'are free
Oth' learned Arts, and of their companie:
Intrude not yet Crispinus! thou'rt not fit
For th' Muses quire, thine is but suburb wit.