 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Ad Momum.
Momus , you told me late I did not well,Seeming as 'twere my little wit to sell:
Why man, the Ægyptians sold their babes for gaine,
And may not I the Infant of my braine?
But well I wot thou'lt set it soone at naught,
And say the Childe is better fed then taught.
Peace Momus, peace, either thy good word lend it,
Or come and take my roome till thou canst mend it.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |