Classic Poem

To the Author.

How e're thou maist by blazing all Abuse,
Incurre suspect, thou speak'st what thou hast prou'd,
(Tho then to keepe it close it thee behou'd,
So, Reason makes for thee a iust excuse)
Yet of thy paines the Best may make good vse,
Then of the Best thy paines should be approu'd,
And for the same of them shouldst be belou'd.
Sith thou of Falsehoods Floud do'st ope the Sluce,
That they at waste continually may runne,
By shewing men the Reaches that they haue.
That honest men may so or'e-reach a Knaue,
Or sound their swallowing Deepes, the same to shunne:
But if from hence, a Knaue more cunning growes
That Spider sucks but poison from thy Rose.