Classic Poem

Do you see that old fellow with only one eye
And beneath his rogue's brow a big black cavity?
Beware: he's a thief and a hard one to catch;
Autolycus even was scarcely his match.
If he's ever your guest, watch him closely; for then
He revels in plunder and beats two-eyed men.
Your slaves see the cups disappear with dismay,
And ladles and napkins he tucks snug away,
While even your mantle he draws from your arm
And goes off himself with two cloaks nice and warm.
If he sees a poor slave-boy asleep by the side
Of his lamp, he will steal it: he's no proper pride.
And if all else fail, lest his cunning he lose,
He will stealthily filch from his man his own shoes.