Such Men As Hold Intelligence With Letters, And In That Nice And Narrow Way Of Verse, As Oft They Lend, So Oft They Must Be Debters, If With The Muses They Will Haue Commerce: Seldome At Stawles, Me, This Way Men Rehearse, To Mine Inferiours, Not Unto My Betters: He Stales His Lines That So Doeth Them Disperse; I Am So Free, I Loue Not Golden-Fetters. And Many Lines Fore Writers, Be But Setters To Them Which Cheate With Papers; Which Doth Pierse, Our Credits: When We Shew Our Selues Abetters: To Those That Wrong Our Knowledge: We Rehearse Often (My Good Iohn; And I Loue) Thy Letters; Which Lend Me Credit, As I Lend My Verse.