Classic Poem

Mart: — Sint Mecaenates etc.

H ORACE in poore estate, might Sing
Some begging ode, some hungrie thing;
Sett himm with Bayes & Wine on fire
He whisks his muse; & whyrl's his Lyre;
He raues, & ramp's, & madly flies,
In Cilnius face; at C ae sars eyes.
Where May-bright Queenes raine bounteous shower[s]
Rise high poitick Iuly flowers:
My dull cold Februarie tune
Grac'd by an August , wou'd be Iune.