A fig therefore for the new-found Colledge of _Criticks_. You Courtiers, that do nothing but sing the _gamuth-a-re_ of complemental courtesie, and at the rusticall behauiour of our Countrie Muse, will screw forth worse faces then those which God and the Painter has bestowed vpon you, I defie your perfumd scorne: and vow to poyson your Muske cats, if their ciuet excrement doe but once play with my nose. You _ordinary Gulles_, that through a poore and silly ambition to be thought you inherit the reuenues of extraordinary wit, will spend your shallow censure vpon the most elaborate Poeme so lauishly, that all the painted table-men about you, take you to be heires apparent to rich _Midasse_, that had more skill in _alchimy_ then _Kelly_ with the Phylosophers stone; (for all that he could lay his fingers on, turned into beaten gold) dry Tobacco with my leaues (you good dry brained _polipragmonists_) till your pipe offices smoake with your pittifully stinking girds shot out against me. I coniure you (as you come of the right _goose-caps_) staine not your house; but when at a new play you take vp the twelue-penny roome next the stage; (because the Lords and you may seeme to be haile fellow wel-met) there draw forth this booke, read alowd, laugh alowd, and play the _Antickes_, that all the garlike mouthd stinkards may cry out, _Away with the fool_. As for thee, Zoylus, goe hang thy selfe: and for thee _Momus_, chew nothing but hemlock, and spit nothing but the sirrup of _Aloes_ vpon my papers, till thy very rotten lungs come forth for anger. I am Snake-proofe: and, though, with _Hanniball_, you bring whole hogs-heads of vinegar-railings, it is impossible for you to quench or come ouer my _Alpine-resolution_: I will faile boldly and desperately alongst the shore of ye Ile of _Guls_; and in defiance of those terrible blockhouses, their loggerheads, make a true discouery of their wild (yet habitable) Country.