O’erspreads my face, because it stabs my Name.
ON
The English Rogue.
What others writ, was ta’en upon the Score;
Thou art in Re, what they but feign’d before.
They did but lisp, or worse, speak through the Nose:
Thou hast pronounc’t, and liv’st in Verse and Prose.
Guzman, Lazaro, Buscon, and Francion,
Till thou appear’dst did shine as at high Noon.
Thy Book’s now extant; those that Judge of Wit,