when Mars to warre hym did dres I, callynge to mynde the great auctoryte Of poetes olde, whiche full craftely, Under as couerte termes as coulde be, Can touche a trouthe, and cloke subtylly With fresh Utterance; full sentcyously, Dyverse in style: some spared not vyce to wryte, Some of mortalitie nobly dyd endyte.

Come, Didier; mynde not hys peeyvishe hate Ile make thee yet obscurd an envyed state.