Classic Poem

Frank

I Returne thy hounds with thanks
Take too this Line of all their Pranks
For intrest, sides a hardle more
To add unto thy Kennells store

Luther Confuted Belloer-min
(For such the staggs in rut time beene)
Nor Could The Horned Pompey stand
When Caesar bore the Cheife Command
Set up at Bay that did employ
Awhile Natuers Artillery
Till feirce of Conquest this rusht on
And wounded made it Rubicon
Wher they encountered soe died
The streame from th'honor marke ofs side
If Lucan were againe to write
The Art and Strategems of fight
Now with a swifter stile t'enforce
The on-sett by th'Couragious horse
Then sound retreat to winn new breath
That might more tirannize ore death
His owld straine should give way and yield
To blaze this new Pharsalian feild
Soe feirce the pass and venies were
Twix ones teeth t'others anteler
And as once Cesars sayd to high
Over the Seas for Anthony
Soe this with speed into th'Pond went
To give his mates encouragement
Tracing the very places ore
That swam on the Alexandrian shore
As ther one book that did preserve
So this a Volume doth deserve
Wherefore be Proud whilst Cesar his part playes
At Cobbam Lett noe trees florish but bayes
Thus for a Valliant Prince Whilst I Commend him
A Gunner and a Courtyer must attend him
And when Pride doth my Dutches A Queene make
I'le begg a straine for Cleopatra's sake.