Yet subject to a critic’s marginal:
Lodge for his oar in every paper boat,
He that turns over Galen every day,
To sit and simper Euphues’ legacy.
Ing. Michael Drayton.
Jud. Drayton’s sweet Muse is like a sanguine dye,
Able to ravish the rash gazer’s eye.
Ing. However, he wants one true note of a poet of our times; and that is this, he cannot swagger in a tavern, nor domineer in a hot-house. John Davis—
Jud. Acute John Davis, I affect thy rhymes,
That jerk in hidden charms these looser times: