Poem by Thomas Nashe

The Ostrich

The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.

1. To the Right Honorable the Lord S.
2. Fair Summer Droops
3. Autumn
4. Spring
5. In Time of Pestilence

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