 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
THE EXPLANATION of the Frontispice.
It was when Industry did sleepeThe Wolfe was Tutor to the Sheepe,
And to amaze a plainer man,
The thiefe was made the guardian.
But can a Wolfe forget to prey?
Can Night be lightened into Day?
Without respect of lawes or blood,
His charge he makes to be his food.
With that triumphant he sits downe,
Opprest, not honour'd with a Crowne,
And on the lesser beasts does try
A most Authenticke Tyranny:
This the French Lyon heares, and when
He's thought fast sleeping in his denne,
Vengeance and He at once doe wake,
And on the Wolfe their fury slake.
Bad acts may bloome somtimes, but n'er grow high,
Nor doe they live so sure, as they shall dye.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |