Epigram 2: Then cause I will not hug my

Then cause I will not hug my selfe in sinne,
First with my selfe I meane for to begin.
Confessing that in me theres nothing good:
My vaines are full of sin-poluted blood,
Which al my corps infects with hel-borne crimes,
Which make my actions lawles like these times,
That had I power according to my will,
My faults would make compare with any ill.
But yet I muse at Poets now adayes,
That each mans vice so sharply will dispraise:
Like as the Kite doth ore the carrion houer,
So their owne faults, with other mens they couer.
Cause you shall deeme my iudgement to be iust,
Amongst the guilty, I cry guilty first.