The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
To his afflicted friend.
In wether fair, and in a temperat spring,The waikest bird with warbling songs will soare,
But in a storme, or winters rage to sing
With mirrie notes, deserues a praise much more:
Thy spring is gone, thy winter growes, O than
Sing sweetlie now, and shew thy selfe a man.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||