The Poetical Recreations of Mr Alexander Craig | ||
To the Cowsner.
The Cowsner lookes with faire, but fraudfull, face,And Locust-lyke a sting is in his Tayle:
(How Tragicall was fonde PERILLVS case,
In his Inventions who did fall and fayle?)
Let him alone lyke ABSOLON bee left,
Twixt Heaven and Earth, that vseth Fraude and Sheft.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr Alexander Craig | ||