The privy garden of my minds.

1 April
Born to myself, myself I like alone
And must conclude my judgment good,or none.
For should my sense be nought,how could I know
Whether another mans be good or no?
Thus I resolve of my poetry
That tis the best, and thats a fame for me.
If then Im happy, what does it advance
Whether to merit due,or arrogance?
"Oh! but the world will take offense thereby."
Why then, the world will suffer fort, not I.