Classic Poem

If nipping neede L EGITTIMVS constraynde,
in hande to grype the heauie Hammer great:
With which through wante his Princely corps he paynde,
on stythie hard, in V VLCANS trade to beat.
If he (I say) of crowned king the sonne,
by fate was forste such bitter blastes to bide:
Dispaire not thou thy wrackfull race to runne.
for welth as shade from eche estate doth slide.
Pluck vp thy harte, thy hap not yet so harde,
since Princes great haue felt a fall more deepe:
King D IONISE from regall rule debarde,
for his reliefe a Grammer schoole did keepe.
By which thou mayste thy wandring minde suffise,
That Fortunes wheele now vp, now down doth rise.