Classic Poem

Upon the Babes of Grace or the Saints that seek for their portions in this world.

Why ist we seek from Room to roav soe far
As t' wipe all Saints out of our Kalender
Apostles too, but that as I suppose
For this, we have can wear them in their nose
And make the memory of their lives shine better
Than any Rubrick or Dominick letter
For such referrd to Scripture and tould when
Those Glorious mattirs first were Fishermen
And that their calling was to seek and trye
How they could catch men with humility
But this was time of Owld, and we'r at loss
Unless Gods book admitt another gloss
The cream of Earth all fat things of the land
The milk and hony of our Canaan
Belongs to none but those who by their power
Them selves can Canonise and all devower
Inverting quite our Saviours mandate thence
And Compassing this Crown through violence
Which how they Err in 'tis not hard to Trace
When they seek Glory first then after Grace