The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||
Nulla dies sine linea.
The standing poole will quicklie stink and rott,The currant streame is cleanlie both and cleare:
The idle man is Sathans prey, God wott,
A verteous minde the Devill darr not draw neare,
My fantasies can profit few, and yet
It hurteth none, but doth me good to writ.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | ||