Epilogue to those that knowes what they haue read, and how to censure

To you whose eares and eyes haue heard and seene
This little pamphlet, an an iudge betweene
That which is good, or tol'rable, or ill,
If I with Artlesse Nature wanting skill
Haue writ but ought, that may your thoughts content.
My Muse hath then accomplisht her intent.
Your fauors can preserue me, but your frownes
My poore inuentions in obliuion drownes.
With tollerable friendship let me craue
You will not seeke to spill, what you may saue.
But for the wrimouth'd Crittick that hath read
That mewes, and puh's and shakes hinelesse head:
And saies my education or my sta
Doth make my verse esteem'd at lower rate,
To such a one this answere I doe send
And bid him mend before he discommend,
His Enuy vnto me, will fauours prooue,
The hatred of a foole breeds wise mens loue.
My Muse is iocund that her labors merits
To be malign'd and scornd by Enuious spirits:
Thus humbly I crae rdthe best,
Which being gaind, Sir reuerence for the rest.