Classic Poem

My Carroll sunge upon Christmas day—1639

Was all the world by Cesar taxt to know
What wealth each cuntry, Citty, house could show:
Did that decree extend but just soe far
 As thear Syrenius was governour:
Yes sure: wher e're the Roman powr bore sway
None could decline the Doom of Syria.
 Soe cam't to pass that He of Davids stem
 Hastned from Nazareth to Bethleem
 With his espoused Mary, and got ther
 “Of whats before time Time's th'accomplisher
 Nor would the darknes of those dayes confess
 A Currency unto such pretiousnes
 But hous and Citty, Cuntry all three seem
 To cast upon those Guests the low'st esteem
 And soe the Other straingers well may be
 Shuffle these frends into the Ostlery
What doe we less whilst Emprour like each one
Bears o're his lesser world dominion
And freedom hath to tax each sence to bring
Their best of treasures to this offering
Yet as asleep or blind through natures light
Wee'r taught to court all objects save the right
And whilst those houses should 'been tricked ore
For this alone they'd lett in Sin before
The Citties of our Harts possest with vice
Will not change garrison at any price
Soe what the region of our soules can graunt
Is t'appeer rich in ill, all good to want;
Yet though this Province, Fort, and Sconces all
Taken, betrayd, and under Satans thrall
'Tis not presumd, but that by Fayth being led
All these may easly be recovered
Nay all are won allready to that brest
Prepared is to wellcome this new Guest.