Classic Poem

Of Cornelius.

See you him yonder, who sits o're the stage,
With the Tobacco-pipe now at his mouth?
It is Cornelius that braue gallant youth,
Who is new printed to this fangled age:
He weares a lerkin cudgled with gold lace,
A profound slop, a hat scarce pipkin high,
For boots, a paire of dagge cases; his face,
Furr'd with Cads -beard: his poynard on his thigh.
He wallows in his walk his slop to grace,
Sweares by the Lord , daines no salutation
But to some iade that's sick of his owne fashion,
As farewell sweet Captaine , or ( boy ) come apace:
Yet this Sir Beuis , or the fayery Knight,
Put vp the lie because he durst not fight.