I need no Muse’s help to ayde me on,
Since that my subject is my Helicon.
And such are you: O give me leave, dear sir,
(He that is thankful is no flatterer,)
To speak full truth: Wherever I find worth,
I shew I have it if I set it forth:
You read yourself in these; here you may see
A ruder draft of Corbet’s infancy.
For I professe, if ever I had thought
Needed not blush if publish’d, were there ought