The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
TO HIS CVSNING FRIEND.
Athenian
Chares promis'd much to many,
Most prodigall of smooth perswading words:
And yet perform'd no thing at all to any,
Such are the frutes false eloquence affords:
Like Larus leane of flesh he had no store,
But multitude of fethers fair, no more.
Most prodigall of smooth perswading words:
And yet perform'd no thing at all to any,
Such are the frutes false eloquence affords:
Like Larus leane of flesh he had no store,
But multitude of fethers fair, no more.
Since Chares thus concludes to play the knaue,
And still persists proud, impius, false, profane:
Shall he begyle, and gull me like the laue,
Yes, faith, once more to exercise his vane:
Yet since experience Chares maks me wise,
I shrew my heart, and thou begyle me thrise.
And still persists proud, impius, false, profane:
Shall he begyle, and gull me like the laue,
Yes, faith, once more to exercise his vane:
Yet since experience Chares maks me wise,
I shrew my heart, and thou begyle me thrise.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||