Love
A Translation
Love
FIerce Robbers were of old
Exil'd the Champian Ground,
From Hamlets chas'd, in Cities kill'd, or bound▪
And only Woods, Caves, Mountaines, did them hold:
But now (when all is sold)
Woods, Mountaines, Caves, to good Men be refuge,
And do the Guiltlesse lodge,
And clad in Purple Gowns
The greatest Theeves command within the Towns.
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MLA
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “A Translation.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/110/.
Chicago
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “A Translation.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/110/.
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