Classic Poem

To Capt Fra[nk] Court[u]p A Huntsman

Let us noe Longer now goe on
To question transmigration
Sithence (Court up) I can find in thee
A Treasure of Antiquity
And though all Poets silenct were,
Asleepe each Histriographer
Thy worth sufficient is to call
To mind the Ancient wortheys all
Neither from greece did thy soule come
Nor Room alone but Ilium
True Trojan (yfaith) and thus
O'th'famyly of Julius
Caesarian visag'd and a Nose
Puts Naso downe though fit'st for prose
Allmost Heroick, I'le Maintaine
In thee ten Caesars live againe
Titus delight of human race
Nor yet Augustus speaks thy face
The other tyrants thou dos't mock
When as the Subject proves the Smock
For like to Agrippina's blood
Att Belly ripping thou art good
And in plain dealing maist compaire
With his Successor to a haire
Othos effemynacy's out gon
When as thy Perriwidgens on
Caligula seems too controwld
By Thee who wallowest more in gould
Vespation Claudius and the Other
Thou dost Resemble as a Brother
And when thou list play the good fellow
Biberious was not halfe soe mellow
Thus art thou all ore Emperour
Sprung from Queen Didoes Paramour
Now for thy Love to hunting game
It calls up owld Sir Tristram
St Hugh Acteon, Robin Hood
Or all that ere in Greene wood stood
To see how thou those toyles gost through
Ore hill and daile to Cunny burrough
Others the Sticking place is wont
To make fleet hounds by inches hunt
And that thou lovst nor is it harme
When the sent's could to find it warme
Within the hole who oft time tride
Makes thee thus Emperour Deifide.