To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: V Poem by Humfrey Gifford

To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: V



I being the daughter of my vncles brother,
Am now of late become a mother:
And with my milke from my pappes which flowes,
I nourish a sonne, my mothers owne spowse,
Now tell what I am, declare mine estate,
For I giue him sucke, that first me begate.

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