Classic Poem

De Imperatorum Julianorum lineae ultimo Et Sulpitij sive Electorum primo

That the unhappy Nero might be said
To fall like to a Tyrant not in bed
Vindex in France raisd armes and seekes therby
To vindicate the wronges of Italy
The Fates were just to him that frighted Roome
Making at last fear Master of His doome.
Soe Bald-pate-Galba to the Throne did rise
Whom strait the Common people 'gan despise
Crying, why wouldst Thou Cesars name put on
When all the hayer grew on thy head was gon
If he the Empires Bark anew would rigg
He should have brought with Him a Perewigg.