(1685). The rich farmers ruine;: Vvho murmured at the plenty of the seasons, because he could not sell corn so dear as his covetous heart desired. To the tune of, Why are my eyes still flowing, as it is play'd on the violin. This may be printed, R.P. Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy on London-Bridge, near the draw-bridge..
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationThe Rich Farmers Ruine;: Vvho Murmured at the Plenty of the Seasons, Because He Could Not Sell Corn so Dear as His Covetous Heart Desired. To the Tune of, Why Are My Eyes Still Flowing, as It Is Play'd on the Violin. This May Be Printed, R.P. [London]: Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy on London-Bridge, near the draw-bridge., 1685.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationThe Rich Farmers Ruine;: Vvho Murmured at the Plenty of the Seasons, Because He Could Not Sell Corn so Dear as His Covetous Heart Desired. To the Tune of, Why Are My Eyes Still Flowing, as It Is Play'd on the Violin. This May Be Printed, R.P. Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy on London-Bridge, near the draw-bridge., 1685.