![]() | Small poems of Divers sorts | ![]() |
71. To my Cousin Mr. William Milward.
Whil'st you at Chilcote live, and I at Pooley,Let's every Week meet one another duly;
Talk of our long Acquaintance, and the strange
Things that have hapned since this mighty change:
And drink a Glass of honest Countrey-Ale
To all our absent Friends at every Tale.
![]() | Small poems of Divers sorts | ![]() |