Classic Poem

On the Mayor of Evsham

Hee is him selfe a beast or worsse
That calls the Mayor of Evsham horse
For those can only prance and Kick
But he had lernt an other trick
To strayne the saddle make it wider
And soe at last to cast his Rider
For thus the staffe and mace mainetaine
Vice gerent ship to soveraigne
And hee to'th'haight of Justice bent
May chance be come a President
Now Gentle Sir what ere men call ye
In shop or bulke where ere they install ye
That word when meant of thee at least
Can signifie nothing but beast
Soe tis a controversy whither
The Mayor a greater beast be or the other.