The Poetical Recreations of Mr Alexander Craig | ||
To a libidinous Levi.
I see fonde Lust, with most vnlawfull Heate,Doth melt thy Flesh, and burne thy Bones away:
'Tis shame to see a Sage, in such estate,
To preach the Trueth, and practise quite astray.
With Tyme and Hunger Lust may bee with-stood:
If not by those, an Halter would doe good.
The Poetical Recreations of Mr Alexander Craig | ||