The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||
To my Booke-seller.
Thy Bookes (I doubt not) but will all be bought,Though nere so bitter for the Title thought:
To putrifactious Ulcers that abide,
The strongest Medicines must bee applide.
Yet may be well inough indur'd: all which,
Are but as Worme-wood giuen to kill the itch.
The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||