Classic Poem

The fine youth Ciprius is more terse and neat,
Than the new garden of th'old Temple is,
And still the newest fashion he doth get,
And with the time doth change from that to this.
He wears a hat now of the flat-crown block,
The treble ruffs, long cloak and doublet French.
He takes tobacco, and doth wear a lock,
And wastes more time in dressing than a wench.
Yet this new-fangled youth, made for these times,
Doth above all praise old George Gascoigne's rhymes.