Classic Poem

Upon the rumor of his departure though faigned Epitaph.

Heer lies he was dide in Grain
Chief murtherer of his soveraign
Bane to his Cuntries peace and good
The horse-liech covetor of blood
One whose high spirit naught could pleas
But fishing in the troubledst seas
Of a Tempesteous mind was tost
Ambitiously to rule the rost
Til the all-conquering-Fates by doom
Causd Atropos cut ofe his Loom
And whilst his busnes hee's about
I'th'northern Clime his fier goes out.