Classic Poem

Weep Venus, and ye
Adorable Three
Who Venus for ever environ!
Pounds shillings and pence
And shrewd sober sense
Have clapt the strait waistcoat on

Off, Mainot and Turk,
With pistol and dirk,
Nor palace nor pinnace set fire on:
The cord's fatal jerk
Has done its last work,
And the noose is now slipt upon .