Classic Poem

A Glutton , who had at one meal
Eat a sturgeon to the head,
With surfeit did grow very pale,
And looked like a man that's dead.
Then many a clyster, many a pill,
Did this glutton's belly fill;
But nought would do, his friends in end,
Told him no physic could him mend,
For that his fatal hour was come,
And this they gave to him for doom.
Well, Sirs, said he, since that must be,
I fully am resolv'd to die;
But e'er I am of life bereft,
Bring here the sturgeon's head I left.