Classic Poem

Of Clodius.

Clodius me thinks looks passing big of late,
With Dunstons browes, and Allens Cutlacks gate:
What humours haue possest him so, I wonder,
His eyes are lightning, and his words are thunder:
What meanes the Bragart by his alteration?
He knows he's known too wel, for this fond fashion
To cause him to be feard: what meanes he than?
Belike, because he cannot play the man,
Yet would be awde, he keepes this filthy reuell,
Stalking and roaring like to Iobs great deuill.