Classic Poem

The debt that Etruscus the elder doth owe
To his son's fond petition all men must allow
Is due, Sire, to thee from them both on this day;
For the lightning thou sent thou hast bid pass away.
Ah, would that Jove's fires were equally kind;
Then seldom full use for them all would he find.
From thy bounty, Etruscus, two favours has earned:
With his father to exile he went — and returned.