THROUGH and through th inspird leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordships taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
162. The Bookworms
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns
THROUGH and through th inspird leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordships taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
© Robert Burns