The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | ||
The Answer. [by Sir Carr Scroope]
Raile on poor feeble Scribbler, speake of me,In as bad Terms as the World speakes of thee;
Sit swelling in thy hole, like a vext Toad,
And full of Pox, and Mallice spit abroad.
Thou canst blast noe Mans Fame with thy ill word,
Thy Pen, is full as harmlesse as thy Sword.
The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | ||