Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
106. To Mr. Henry Longville.
Marvel not (Friend) that oftentimes I writeAs if in drinking I did take delight:
I (at my best) am ill enough, and hate
To make my self a Beast at any rate.
Of Mirth and companie I sometimes think;
The cause that now and then I write of drink.
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||