 | Chrestoleros |  |
Epigr. 38. In Seuerum.
Seuerus hates my pens lycentious grace.He liked not of my gadding poetry.
He tearmes my writing like the wildgoose race,
In fine he saith that all is vanity.
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Away with him, a Poet is abundance.
| Chrestoleros | |
He liked not of my gadding poetry.
He tearmes my writing like the wildgoose race,
In fine he saith that all is vanity.
Away with him, a Poet is abundance.