READE one, and say, tis good; I beare the name: Reade one, and say, tis ill; I beare the shame: If thou sayst, good, and think'st it too in heart, Sweetely farewell, no matter who thou art: If thou sayst meane, thou iudgest like a frend, I would be so, because I meane to mend: If thou sayst, ill, and doost in heart dispraise it, I yeeld not till I know a Wiseman saies it. Thus quit me, or condemne me, Ile not grudge, So that I know a foole be not my Iudge. |