¶ Against filthy writing/ and such like delighting.  

WHat mean the rhymes that run thus large in every shop to sell?  
With wanton sound, and filthy sense, me think it grease not well  
We are not Ethnics we forsooth, at least profess not so  
Why range we then to Ethnics trade? come back, where will ye go?  
Tell me is Christ, or Cupid Lord? doth God or Venus' reign?  
And whose are we? whom ought we serve? I ask it, answer plain  
If wanton Venus, then go forth, if Cupid, keep your trade  
If God, or Christ, come back the best, or sure you will be made  
Doth God? is he the Lord in deed? and should we him obey?  
Then his commandment ought to guide, all that we do or say  
But show me his commandment then, thou filthy writer thou  
Let seet, I cease, if not, give place, or shameless show thee now.   

WE are no foes to music we, a miss your man doth take us  
so friends to things corrupt and vile, you all shall never make us  
If you deny them such to be, I stand to prove it I▪  
If you confess (defend them not) why then do you reply?  
But such they be I will maintain, which yet you both defend  
And judge them fools, that them mislike, would God you might amend  
But, substance only I regard, let Accidencis go  
Both you and we, be that we be, I therefore leave it so  
And yet I wish your terms in deed, upon some reason stayed  
If mine be not, reprove them right, I'll blot that I have said  
And that I wrote, or now do wright, against you as may seem  
What cause I had, and have, I yield, to modest men to deem  
I wish you well I do protest, (as God will, I will so)  
I cannot help, as friend ye wots, nor will not hurt as so  
But for the vile corrupting rhymes, which you confess to wright  
My soul and heart abhors their sense, as far from my delight  
And those that use them for their glee, as you do vaunt ye will  
I tell you plainly what I think, I judge them to be ill  
This boasting late in part hath caused, me now to say my mind  
Though challenges of yours also, in every placé I find.   
Thomas Brice.   

¶ Imprinted at London by john Alde for Edmond Halley and are to be sold in Lombard street at the sign of the Egle.