There needes no Iuie, where the wine is good:
Nor queint discourse, where iudgemet leads the pen:
Nor forced praise, where Science spreads the saile:
Then gentle Bales , despise the scoffing brood;
Thy Booke hath past the eyes of learned men,
And shall supplie this Soyle with sweete auaile.
Truth needes no foile, but triumphs in desart:
A wanton flourish neuer dwells with Art.