Classic Poem

Corollary.

But like it is, he playeth thus on cheese,
That would but could not play in Griffiths freeze:
He plaid not in it yet he prayd hard for it;
But praid vnheard, and vnheard did abhorre it.
Yet freeze is soft to sence, which sence doth loue,
But his hard sence the sence to hate doth moue.
If such repugnancy betweene them bee,
It's like that he with sence will nere agree.
 God shield he should; but O, but O, but yet,
 A case of freese, to keepe him from the wet,
 This Kit (on which I crowd) in tune will set
If Wales hath sheese and freeze,
It somewhat hath to leese;
But he wants freese and sheese,
And hath but leese.
Yet Griffith hath left for the sonne of his mother,
The shauings of the one, and the shreds of the other.