Bastard, Thomas
(1565? - 1618)
Ad Lectorem
Reader, there is no biting in my verse;
No gall, no wormewood, no cause of offence.
And yet there is a biting I confesse
And sharpenesse tempred to a wholsome sense.
Such are my Epigrams well understood,
As salt which bites the wound, but doth it good.
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