Each fellow now that hath but had a view Of the learnd Phrygians Fables, groweth bold, And name of Poet doth to himself accrew, That Ballad maker [Martin Parker] too is now extold With the great name of poet, He that knew Better far how to row [John Taylor], then pen to hold, His sordid lines are sweld to such a weight, Theyre able for to make, his boat a freight.
The god of waves hath been my enemy, Else that base Fool had Haddocks fed ere now....
