Classic Poem

In euery Art, saue Poetry, the meane
Is praisd: but therein meanely well to do
Is base, too base: then Iudgment cannot leane
On whats too base, but base it must be too.
Then each man that his Reputation huggs
For Iudgment, praise no lines of but meane Reach:
And laude but what drawes dry Mineruaes duggs,
Lest they their Iudgments might thereby impeach.
Then is my Iudgment Jack, perplext in thee;
For thou dost write so well with meanes so ill.
That thine Admirer I confesse to be,
Much rather then the Iudger of thy skill:
Art makes not Poetry, thou dost plainly proue,
But supernaturall bountie from aboue.