Classic Poem

IF Flesh AND B LOOD , or Prudee's name, could charme;
You might appear at Beswicke; but Ile arme
You, with more prejudice, then you suspect.
Our Feilds are barren; three dares, full erect,
(Pardon the word) in Expectation
T' have seene you here; the purest Distillation
Our villages are proud of, is broke through
The double Limbecke; and ther's none for you.
Tom: if you Laugh, Ime angrie; to appease
That Furie, let me meet you, where you please.
I hope our Lockinton, may yet produce
Some thriftie Chimist's Store; something of Juice
Which (though not Spirritt) may a Spirrit raise;
You know in diverse men, how manie waies;
In mee, noe fire can mount, beyond that Sphere
I place my best freinds in; and you are there.