The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
To his aspyring friend.
Since charge and honor march together stillFor charge but honour were a toyle too great:
And honor but a charge were ease at will,
To want them both is not the worst estate:
I loath those loads which lightnesse first pretend,
But break the neck before the journeys end.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||