POEM: TRANSLATION
From ;Rectius vives, Licini,quot; amp;c.
You better sure s evermore trying oo much upon ill-harboured shore.
t lives, Released from court, w be.
t oft t pine tree grieves: tately toer fall: t of thunder cleaves.
Evil ers, as they shall.
t times, and past, last: Muse, Apollo wakes, and bow ime spared.
In ate, out sill, in hy swelling sails.
You better sure s evermore trying oo much upon ill-harboured shore.
t lives, Released from court, w be.
t oft t pine tree grieves: tately toer fall: t of thunder cleaves.
Evil ers, as they shall.
t times, and past, last: Muse, Apollo wakes, and bow ime spared.
In ate, out sill, in hy swelling sails.