Against Menus His Solitarinesse
Menus delights in solitary cells
And places most remote from all repaire;
He loues to liue where Desolation dwels,
And loaths the sunne for lightning of the aire.
Its true indeede (obscur'd) he haunts the hole
Which no man will come neere but such a foole.
And places most remote from all repaire;
He loues to liue where Desolation dwels,
And loaths the sunne for lightning of the aire.
Its true indeede (obscur'd) he haunts the hole
Which no man will come neere but such a foole.
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