Market Poetry

By Market Poetry

I know but this compared to men
That morrow lies beyond my ken

The scholars state, adjust, and claim
As for my strength, ’tis not the same
But knowing what’s within my game

The narrow circle is marked but clear
At the border I perhaps dance near
But as for yonder I do not peer

And since these rules I do not bend
Faith I hold in a lovely end

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