Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
To mine ingenious friend M. Iohn Dumbarre.
Epig. 177.
Fowre for her foure Lines I bequeath her;Vp Pernassus often breath her:
So, thy Muse, in latine-Ditty,
Shall sing long, low'd, short, and witty.
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||