Author Everard Guilpin Of the same. I saw not Cotta thys halfe yeere before, When he was angry that I spoke not to him, He hath no reason to take it so sore, Being so painted that I did not know him. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments