Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs Dedicated to two top-branches of gentry: Sir Charles Shirley, Baronet, and William Davenport, Esquire. Written by Thomas Bancroft |
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Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||
99. To Vicar Blunder.
Those iron Lungs of thine, and throat of brasse,(To whose crackt bore loud Stentors wind-pipe was
But a small Reed) cannot with vengeance sacke
Our garnisht wals, or painted windows cracke.
Whereat thou weep'st, as if the fervent paine
Of zealous griefe did melt thy Leaden braine:
Yet (as a puddle soone congeales to Ice)
Thou straight art hardned to thy quaffing vice.
Thus deepe mouth'd Thumper, after fruitlesse paine
In hunting Counter, fals to's lappe againe.
Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||