His Desire
by
Give me a man that is not dull,
When all the world with rifts is full;
But unamazed dares clearly sing,
Whenas the roof’s a-tottering;
And though it falls, continues still
Tickling the Cittern with his quill.
Give me a man that is not dull,
When all the world with rifts is full;
But unamazed dares clearly sing,
Whenas the roof’s a-tottering;
And though it falls, continues still
Tickling the Cittern with his quill.