COME leave this saucy way Of baiting those that pay Dear for the sight of your declining wit: 'Tis known it is not fit, That a sale poet, just contempt once thrown, Should cry up thus his own. I wonder by what dower, Or patent, you had power From all... Resolves, Divine, Moral and Political - Pàgina lix per Owen Felltham - 1820 - 454 pàgines Visualització completa -
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