Epigram Poem by Royall Tyler

Epigram



My Breeches torn, my Coat threadbare,
Go, court Dame Fortune's daughters fair,
Says SAM, and you'll be well drest;
Z--d's SAM, it is most clearly seen,
That I full long have married been
To that vile jade, the Eldest.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: daughters
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Royall Tyler

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