Epigram 19

Whence this strange Bustle , Friends, I trow,
Of Tory, Whig ; of High , and Low?
Zeal for the Public Good , no Doubt.
No; here's the Cause of all this Din ;
They out of Place , wou'd fain come in ,
They that are in, wou'd not go out .
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.