 | The Vnfortunate Mother |  |
To my friend the Author.
Well writ; well plotted: why not acted then?Have th'actors judgement more then other men?
Or i'st their humour so to keepe those under,
Whose bayes are knowne to be secure from thunder?
Since all the world I dare be bold will say,
Folly was guide when iudgement lost its way:
Yet each good wit to thee a sprig will bring,
To crowne thy Muse that doth so sweetly sing:
Whilst others weakenesse ordering thy sad fate,
Hath made themselves like her; Unfortunate.
R. W.
| The Vnfortunate Mother | |