Classic Poem

To Morice Upon Sir Francis Comptons marrying the widdow and raising up her Belly

Since Thou'rt come ofe an Other is Comd on
And Frankly swore she should not lie alone
Making good musike with her trebble string
Scrud up and Tund unto his warbeling
Which a Dull Elme could never reach so high
She did out pitch his weak Capacety
This martiall knight hath done the feat and so
She's better pleasd than all thy Ramms could doe.