Classic poem of the day
The worke you still your servants doe exhort,
Heartily to performe to keepe your port;
Ever remembring, that where labour wanteth,
O many good things God in mercy scanteth,
Duely that men may to their labour fall:
On which with meditation you recall,
Rouzing your servants with an earnest cry ,
Encouraging to worke most earnestly:
Doe you the worke with diligence and care,
O do the worke good servants, doe not spare,
Crying unto t......
Member poem of the day
Barren glib speech, dull and tossed aside, metre strained, an overblown maze
