Classic Poem

To Quintillian

Great master of the Roving Youth of toun
Quintillian Glory of the Roman gowne
Guive leav that I though poor may hast to live
Since ther's soe few clayme this prerogative
Let them differ Their Joyes who will for me
To become great in Publike History
A Fier 'neath such a Roof as may preferr
A good Black smoak to be its shadower
With a quick spring and herbes from Nature's store
I will but aske one slave to wayt noe more
Let not my wife be learned but create
My night for rest my day without debate.