To my mere English Censurer

To thee, my way in Epigrams seems new,
When both it is the old way, and the true.
Thou say'st, that cannot be; for thou hast seen
Davis, and Weever, and the best have been,
And mine come nothing like. I hope so: Yet,
As theirs did with thee, mine might credit get,
If thou'dst but use thy faith, as thou didst then;
When thou wert wont t' admire, not censure men.
Prithee believe still, and not judge so fast,
Thy faith is all the knowledge that thou hast.