Classic Poem

A TT cales wee latelye made afray,
att Ile of Ree wee run away,
our shippes poore Rochell did betray
5 subsiddyes for that,

And then wee shall to sea againe,
all tha t our generall was slaine,
& now wee haue made peace w i th spaine,
Iacke ffellton!

S i r Artigall grand Torto slew;
now eu er ye man must have his dew
by vertue of a gracious new
Petition of right.

The child of honor did deffye
In mortall fight his enemye,
& when he came to doe him dye,
cryes Sall: Brooke

Eleuen children had Pope Iohn,
Pope Iohn the twelft, an able man;
heeres to the daffe, Ile pledge the don,
A pulpitt of sacke!

Noe more of tha t, doe not p re sume,
ffor ffeare of the Inquisition at Rome,
where thou shalt find a cropeare dome,
Cryes Layston.

Ten poundes for not being made a K nigh t;
ffiue thousand Markes was deemed right
for being out of his countryes sight
In time o Shreaualltrye.

These & such like, as I you tell,
In fayrye land latelye befell,
where Iustice ffought w i th Iustice Cell
Att Gloster

Be dutifull, good people all,
the gou er ment else alter shall,
& bring you to the state of Gaule,
Haire shirts & woodden shooes!

Noe habeas corpus shall be gott;
but for all this damned plott
Tresilian went vnto the pott
Att Tyburne!