Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
Of Maurus his Orpheus-like melody.
Epi. 33.
Maurus , last morne, at's Mistris window plaidAn Hunts-vp on his Lute: But she (it's said)
Threw Stones at him: So, he, like Orpheus, there,
Made Stones come flying, his sweet notes to heare.
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||