To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Vi Poem by Humfrey Gifford
To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Vi
None liueth more iocound in al the whole land,
Though head doth lye buryed in mucke and in sand:
My beard it is gray, though not very old,
The strong I make weepe, nor for heate, nor for cold:
Yet such is my state, that the poore loue me well.
And stil I am forst with great men to dwell.
Friday, October 8, 2010
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