Robert Burns - On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams lyrics
O Thou whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.
O Thou whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.