Otia Sacra Optima Fides | ||
To Quintianus.
That in December when gifts flyFrom this to that Friend mutually,
I nought but Books send, thou'lt Judg thus,
Perhaps I'm Avaricious;
No, know I hate those fond deceits,
And Crafts in gifts are like to baits
On hooks, whereon a Fly doth cheat
The greedier Fish when it would eat.
And whilst a Poor man sendeth not at all
Unto's rich friends, He seems more Liberall.
Otia Sacra Optima Fides | ||