If thou hadst itch'd after the wild applause <br />Of common people, and hadst made thy laws <br />In writing such as catch'd at present voice, <br />I should commend the thing, but not thy choice. <br />But thou hast squared thy rules by what is good, <br />And art three ages yet from understood: <br />And (I dare say) in it there lies much wit <br />Lost, till the reader can grow up to it; <br />Which they can ne'er outgrow, to find it ill, <br />But must fall back again, or like it still.<br /><br />Francis Beaumont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-friend-m-ben-jonson-upon-his-catiline/
