And now that an ouer faint quietnesse should seeme to strowe the house for Poets.
They are almost in as good reputation, as the Mountebanckes
at Venice. Truly euen that, as of the one side
it giueth great praise to Poesie, which like Venus(but
to better purpose) had rather be troubled in the net
with Mars, then enioy the homely quiet of Vulcan.
So serueth it for a peece of a reason, why they are lesse
gratefull to idle England, which now can scarce endure the paine of a penne. Vpon this necessarily
followeth, that base men with seruill wits vndertake it,
who thinke it inough if they can be rewarded of the
Printer: and so as Epaminandas is said with the honor
of his vertue to haue made an Office, by his exercising it, which before was contemtible, to become
highly respected: so these men no more but setting
their names to it, by their own disgracefulnesse, disgrace the most gracefull Poesie. For now as if all the
Muses were got with childe, to bring forth bastard
Poets: without any commission, they do passe ouer
the Bankes of Helicon, till they make the Readers
more wearie then Post-horses: while in the meane
time, they Queis meliore luto finxit praecordia Titan,
are better content to suppresse the out-flowings of
their wit, then by publishing them, to be accounted
Knights of the same order.