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. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement
2. The Maid of Dunmore
3. Arthur’s Seat
4. The Tummel and the Duck
5. King Cormac’s Crown

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