The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
His contents at his Tugur.
When lose of Tyme at Court was all my gane,To take my leaue, J thoght it was my best:
And in some privat mansion to remaine,
Where J might frie from Envyes rage take rest:
Now blest be God, no Portar bars my doore
By day, by night none keeps me but my kurre.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||