Classic Poem

To George Holmedon of a running Head.

The greatest vice that happens unto men,
And yet a vice that many common have,
As ancient writers weigh with sober pen,
Who gave their doom by force of wisdom grave,
The sorest maim, the greatest evil sure,
The vilest plague that students can sustain,
And that which most doth ignorance procure,
My Holmeden, is to have a running brain.
For who is he that leads more restless life,
Or who can ever live more ill bestead?
In fine, who lives in greater care and strife
Than he that hath such an unsteadfast head?
But what is this? methinks I hear thee say,
" Physician, take thine own disease away."