Classic Poem

To thee, my way in epigrams seems new,
When both it is the old way, and the true.
Thou say'st, that cannot be: for thou hast seen
Davies, and Weever, and the best have been,
And mine come nothing like. I hope so. Yet,
As theirs did with thee, mine might credit get:
If thou'ld'st but use thy faith, as thou didst then,
When thou wert wont t'admire, not censure men.
Prithee believe still, and not judge so fast,
Thy faith is all the knowledge that thou hast.