Would we but breathe within a wax-bound quill,
  Pan’s seven-fold pipe, some plaintive pastoral;
  To teach each hollow grove, and shrubby hill,
  Each murmuring brook, each solitary vale
  To found our love, and to our song accord,
  Wearying Echo with one changelesse word.

  Or lift us make two striving shepherds sing,
  With costly wagers for the victory,
  Under Menalcas judge; while one doth bring
  A carven bowl well wrought of beechen tree,
  Praising it by the story; or the frame,
  Or want of use, or skilful maker’s name.

  Another layeth a well-marked lamb,
  Or spotted kid, or some more forward steere,
  And from the paile doth praise their fertile dam;
  So do they strive in doubt, in hope, in feare,
  Awaiting for their trusty empire’s doome,
  Faulted as false by him that’s overcome. 
  Whether so me lift my lovely thought to sing,
  Come dance ye nimble Dryads by my side,
  Ye gentle wood-nymphs come; and with you bring
  The willing fawns that mought their music guide. 
  Come nymphs and fawns, that haunts those shady groves,
  While I report my fortunes or my loves.

The first three books of satires are termed by the author Toothless satires, and the three last Biting satires.  He has an animated idea of good poetry, and a just contempt of poetasters in the different species of it.  He says of himself, in the first satire.

  Nor can I crouch, and writhe my fawning tayle,
  To some great Patron for my best avayle. 
  Such hunger-starven trencher-poetrie,
  Or let it never live, or timely die.

He frequently avows his admiration of Spenser, whose cotemporary he was.  His first book, consisting of nine satires, appears in a manner entirely levelled at low and abject poetasters.  Several satires of the second book reprehend the contempt of the rich, for men of science and genius.  We shall transcribe the sixth, being short, and void of all obscurity.

  A gentle squire would gladly entertaine
  Into his house some trencher-chaplaine;
  Some willing man that might instruct his sons,
  And that would stand to good conditions. 
  First, that he lie upon the truckle-bed,
  While his young maister lieth o’er his head. 
  Second, that he do on no default,
  Ever presume to sit above the salt. 
  Third, that he never change his trencher twise. 
  Fourth, that he use all common courtesies;
  Sit bare at meales, and one halfe raise and wait. 
  Last, that he never his young maister beat,
  But he must ask his mother to define,
  How manie jerkes she would his breech should line. 
  All these observed, he could contented bee,
  To give five markes and winter liverie.

The seventh and last of this book is a very just and humorous satire against judicial astrology, which was probably in as high credit then, as witchcraft was in the succeeding reign.