Epigram 2: To the Reader -

To the Reader.

Whose hap shall be to reade these pedler rimes,
Let them expect no elaborat foolery,
Such as Hermaphroditize these poore times,
With wicked scald iests, extreame gullerie:
Bunglers stande long in tinck'ring their trim Say,
Ile onely spit my venome, and away.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.