Book II, 101: To my BOOKE

Here comes a Criticke; Close thy Page:
Thou art no Subject for this Age:
And censure, oftentimes, yee know,
Will strike the Dove, and spare the Crow:
But hold; Thy Guilt does not require
That thou shouldst lurke, or yet retyre;
Be open as the Eye of Noone:
And let Dogs barke against the Moone:
Thou hast no Luster of thy owne,
But what's deriv'd from Heav'n alone:
Feare not: Thy Heav'n-instructed Page,
Will either please, or teach the Age.