Poems by Charles Cotton
To Coelia
... Yet think not, sweet! I'm weary grown, ...
The Noon Quatrains
... [burdened] Takes his coarse dinner to the shade ...
The Angler's Ballad
... With wax, crewels, silks, hair, furs and feathers, ...
The Evening Quatrains
... The hedge is stripp'd, the clothes brought in, ...
The Morning Quatrains
... The slick-fac'd school-boy satchel takes, ...
Clepsydra
... Time waits us whilst we crown the hearth, ...
The Night Quatrains
... [servant] The safe is lock'd, the mouse-trap set, ...
