Marston, thy muse enharbours Horace' vein, Then some Augustus give thee Horace' merit! And thine, embuskin'd Johnson, doth retain So rich a style and wondrous gallant spirit, That if to praise your Muses I desired My Muse would muse. Such wits must be admired." The following address is from Charles Fitzgeoffrey's _Affaniæ_, 1601:-- "_Ad Joannem Marstonium._ Gloria, Marstoni, satirarum proxima primæ, Primaque, fas primas si numerare duas! Sin primam duplicare nefas, tu gloria saltem, Marstoni, primæ proxima semper eris. Nec te poeniteat stationis, Jane: secundus, Cum duo sint tantum, est neuter at ambo pares." But the most elaborate notice that any contemporary has given of Marston's satires is to be found in _The Return from Parnassus_.[11] The passage has been often quoted, but it must find a place here:-- "What, Monsieur Kinsayder, lifting up your leg and pissing against the world? put up, man! put up, for shame! Methinks he is a ruffian in his style, Withouten bands or garters' ornament: He quaffs a cup of Frenchman's Helicon, Then roister-doister in his oily terms; Cuts, thrusts, and foins at whomsoever he meets And strews about Ram-Alley meditations. Tut, what cares he for modest close-couch'd terms Cleanly to gird our looser libertines? Give him plain naked words stripp'd from their shirts, That might become plain-dealing Aretine. Ay, there is one that backs a paper-steed, And manageth a pen-knife gallantly: Strikes his poynado at a button's breadth, Brings the great battering-ram of terms to towns,[12] And at first volly of his cannon-shot Batters the walls of the old fusty world."