Dia Poemata Poetick Feet Standing Upon Holy Ground: Or, Verses on certain Texts of Scripture. With Epigrams, &c. By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys] |
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To his Displeased Pater in Phœbo, Mr. F. M.
You're not in earnest, sure: and thus'Tis but Furor Poeticus.
Your Anger's Faign'd, though't seem so Great,
You're Incens'd by Poetick Heat.
Why man! I spoke but like a Poet:
I said 'twas bad; I wo'nt stand to it.
Come, let's be Friends: and doe not move
Phœbus again to Quarrell with Love.
How much I'm Griev'd, Good Sir, pray think:
My Muse for Mourning wears this Ink.
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