Classic Poem

Upon Buck[ingham']s and his Duch[ess']s Visiting Apthorpe and stay ther from November the 17 th
til the 28 th

These seven dayes I last did pass
Appeer a week of wonders
Wherein was left nor Cup nor glass
Of ale or wine for Plunders

Skearce any meat to fill the Mawe
But All was clean devowred
As if by new prescriptions lawe
My spits were to be scowred

A Noble Duke and's Duches bright
En passant came a pransing
Until they turnd the Day to Night
And Night to day in Dancing

God bless me from such Guests again
Whose Modestie's a pleasure
That house and home I may maintaine
In Comfort more and Leisure

That wine and Ale again may fill
My sellers and my Diet
Servd up in proper howers stil
To ratefy my quiet

My wood yard too not disposest
Of what should keep me warme
'Fore with new loggs I reinvest
To shend from winters storme

Thus if my Frends befrend I'le say
Thei'r All most walcome come
Else Charety goes out o'th'way
Which ought begin at home.