Classic Poem

On King Cromwell

It doth comend the stampe of every coyne
When't beares resemblance with it's Soveraigne
I wish that wee awaken not that old
Base Romish mettalle Tinkers trash for Gold
For if our Charles not fill up but still warne
Leaveing not C.R. but K.C. to raigne
His Brazen face and Copper Nose will runn
For Currant better then a Harrington
Those were but Tokens but for these we're sure
They'l turne a Plague that will admitt no cure
Then Lord have mercy on us who alone
By speedy Power can worke prevention.