Why then I'll fit you, say no more.
When I was young, I gave my mind And plied myself to fruitless poetry:
Which though it profit the professor naught Yet it is passing pleasing to the world.
The Spanish Tragedy, IV, ii, l. 70
Why then I'll fit you, say no more.
When I was young, I gave my mind And plied myself to fruitless poetry:
Which though it profit the professor naught Yet it is passing pleasing to the world.
The Spanish Tragedy, IV, ii, l. 70
