The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig of Rosecraig |
To my Lady Hartfurde at his Majesties first progres to Totnem. |
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
To my Lady Hartfurde at his Majesties first progres to Totnem.
There the wyld farne smelled as sweet as perfume, naturaly.
The tempest beat and falling Farne (fair Dame)
Receaves new life, new strength, new smell wee see:
And for thy sake thy Soveraigne weares the same
Heigh on his head to serue and honour thee:
These are the frutes thy bewtie braue brings forth,
Thy least propynes are valued of most worth.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||