Poem by Anonymous

To an Enemy

Thou speak’st always ill of me, 
I always speak well of thee. 
But spite of all our noise and pother, 
The world believes nor one nor t’ other. 

Anon. 
[From the Latin of George Buchanan.] 

1. The Guard-Chamber
2. The Bells of Fletching
3. The Sun Shines Fair on Carlisle Wall
4. Willy Drowned in Yarrow
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

Anna Branch To an Enemy ("I saw thee once. I shall know thee ever")

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