This story has no sires (as 'tis the use)
But weak invention and a feeble muse.
These are the parents that abortive birth
50Give to this embryon of desired mirth,
Which in the author's name does humbly crave
A charitable censure or a grave.
The purest-bolted flour that is has bran,
Venus her naeve, Helen her stain, nor can
I think these lines are censure-free, impal'd
By th' muses and 'gainst envy's javelins mail'd.