A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes Which bite and barke at the fantasticall humorists and abusers of the time [by William Goddard] |
A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | ||
Satire 8.
[Will Lestas loue his booke? I sayth Sir noe]
Will Lestas loue his booke? I sayth Sir noe,Heele be more constanter I hope then soe
Has not he vowd' his thoughts too'th good ale pott?
He knowes inconstancie in loue's a blott
What's in a booke to yeild delight to man?
Iust naught to that which is ith ale-howse cann
But books holdes naught but that which dulleth it
Lestas, be wise, and lie close to thy loue
Though freindes doe babble, doe not thou remoue.
A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | ||