Ne spareth he the gentle Poets rime,
But rends without regard of person or of time.
Ne may this homely verse, of many meanest, xli
Hope[605] to escape his venemous despite,
More then my former writs, all were they clearest[606]
From blamefull blot, and free from all that wite,
With which some wicked tongues[607] did it backebite,
And bring into a mighty Peres displeasure,
That neuer so deserued to endite.
Therfore do you my rimes keep better measure,