Classic Poem

Upon the little parler Garden at Mereworth

   My Parler window doth descry
   The malice of Presbitery
   For wher of Owld Houshoulders sate
   To watch the entry of the Gate
   The stinking Elders rayse their head
   So all my Optike's sequestred
   Or so debarr'd my Gates to find
   That (like thier Tenents) I am blind:
   Joynd to these wall-plants little higher
   Growes Eglantine and the sweet brier
   Making't a Guarden, yet all These
   Stamp it not the Hesperides
   Those were of greater bounds, but This
   Only by Inches Measurd is
   Like Martialls Farme which did extend
   From Lupus to reward his frend:
  So that a Marigould or Rose
  Before their Tresures they disclose
  May haply live in Bud to be
  Remoovd to other nurcery
  To court the Sun which never heer
  Can bless them from his fulgent Sphere
  Wher it is winter all the year:
  Six Daisies that 'mongst Flowers goe less
  If to more number they increase
  Must sue to be transplanted by
  Some Habeas-Corpus subtilty:
 The ground's so small a Mouse got in
 And judging it some Pantlers Binn
 Solac't her self on Eggs of Ants
 Til at the last driven to wants
 Rather than Hunger starv'd t'be found
 Leapt into th'moat and ther was drown'd:
 Judge if one mouse such wants sustaine
 How many wants This would maintaine
 Or Skipping Grasshoppers supply
 With force for their Agilety
Erewiggs I doe confess that shade
Mought harbour and a whol Brigade
Of lesser vermine to devowre
On freedoms Quarter frute or flowre
If ther were any; but that fear
Is needles since none found are ther:
 The Bees attchievments heer must flagg
 for want of that should fill her Bagg
 And Spiders in some Corners spin
 To snare some fly within her gin:
The Room's so narrow it would pussell
Two Butterflies to meet, not Jossell
If Caterpillars five a brest
Should march, skearce space left for the rest
Ordaind to follow; that the while
Their Rankes spake five three deep in file
They mought a Compleat body weave
To wage a warr 'gainst frute and leaf
 The Lady-gould with studded winge
 May heer sometimes seek harbouring
 (Her house on fier) yet find but small
 Hopes of Encouragement with all
A shole of Bussing Gnats that fly
Over this lesser Husbandry
Present unto the Crawling Crewe
So many wild geese by their view
And if a Dorr but issue out
To Humm and Drumm the Ayre about
It seems the King of winge and Joves
Over this Paradice that Roves
Scorning to make a stooping at
A worme, a Spider or a Gnat
At which though some doe strain yet swallow
Whol Camel-Caravans that follow
I cannot guess it less to be
Than Gross and Fond Hipocresy
 And thus from Presbiter I skip
 With His unhallowed Eldership
 For though he hides me from my Gates
 My hopes still build on better Fates.