Poems ✍️

07.07.2025

75

Author: Robert Burns

The Bookworms

THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.

Satire Decay Nobility hypocrisy

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