Philosophicall fancies | ||
An Epistle to Contemplation.
I contemplating by a Fires side,In Winter cold, my Thoughts would hunting ride.
And after Fancies they do run a Race,
If lose them not, they have a pleasant Chase.
If they do catch the Hare, or kill the Deere,
They dresse them strait in Verse, and make good Cheere.
Philosophicall fancies | ||