Let the great art commend itself, and then
You'll praise the pencil and deride the pen.
T. Flatman, lately Fellow of
New Coll. Oxon; now Inn.
Temp. Lond.
On Mistress S. W., who cured my hand by a plaster applied to the knife which hurt me.
Wounded and weary of my life,
I to my fair one sent my knife;
The point had pierced my hand as far