Love
To his dear Friend Mr. Will. Percival. That Poetry is Witchcraft
From Poems and Translations (1689)
Love
WIth Legion sure the Muses are possest,
That play the Devil in every inspir'd breast.
What Epidemick Plague runs in mens Veins?
What an eternal dribling of the Brains?
My greatest Enemy I'd wish no worse,
Than th' Itch of Scribling, and a Poet's Curse.
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Goodall, Charles. “To his dear Friend Mr. Will. Percival. That Poetry is Witchcraft.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goodall/63/.
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Goodall, Charles. “To his dear Friend Mr. Will. Percival. That Poetry is Witchcraft.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goodall/63/.
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