It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”
It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”
“What is the world? tell, Worldling (if thou know it).
If it be good, why do all ills o’erflow it?
If it be bad, why dost thou like it so?
If it be sweet, how come sit bitter then?
If it be bitter, what bewitcheth men?
If it be friend, why kills it (as a foe)
Vain-minded men that over-love and lust it?
If it be foe, Fondling, how dar’st thou trust it?”
Joshua Sylvester | “Mundus Qualis”