To thee my way in epigrams seems new,
   When both it is the old way and the true.
Thou sayst that cannot be, for thou hast seen
   Davies and Weever, and the best have been,
And mine come nothing like. I hope so; yet
   As theirs did with thee, mine might credit get,
If thou'dst but use thy faith, as thou didst then
   When thou wert wont t' admire, not censure men.
Prithee believe still, and not judge so fast;
   Thy faith is all the knowledge that thou hast.