To eight Knights of the Garter (like a knave),
Eight manuscripts (or Books) all fairelie writ,
Informing them, they were your mother wit:
And you compil’d them; then were you regarded,
And for another’s wit was well rewarded.
All this is true, and this I dare maintaine,
The matter came from out a learned braine:
And poor old Vennor that plaine dealing man,
Who acted England’s Joy first at the Swan,
Paid eight crowns for the writing of these things.