On his deserving friend the Author.
Fletcher the King of Poets of his age,
In all his writings throughout every page
Made it his chiefest business to describe
The various humours of the canting-Tribe:
His Beggars-bush, and other of his Playes
Did gain to him (deservedly) the Bayes.
Nature and Art in him were both conjoyn’d;
None could ere say that his Wit was purloyn’d:
Neither is thine: he did all fancies fill,