Classic Poem

To R. H. with some Venison

I tooke for compagnion
Downe with me your Obberon
Wher he hunted and had sport
Which though it did come farr short
Of your soft welcomes he's content
To pass it o're in merriment
And what fortune for him slewe
Heer he sends some on't to you
That it is noe fatter know
Frute-trees bear not now, but blow
He leaves rareness to commend
It wholly and heer doth end.