71.
Matrona (by geval) mijn clugjes comt te sien,
Sy bloost en legtse neer: wel wat mach dat bedien?
Haar stuyre Man was daar: Laat hem vertrocken wesen,
K'wed dat sy (sonder schroon) myn drollery sal lessen.
Cookies on Poetry Cove
We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.
Epigrammata ofte winter-avondts tyt-korting · Jan Cruso · Poetry Cove