Classic Poem

Upon a dark, light, gloomy, sunshine day,
As I in August walkt to gather May ,
It was at noon neer ten a clock at night,
The Sun being set did shine exceeding bright,
I with mine eyes began to hear a noise,
And turn'd my Ears about to see the voice,
When from a cellar seven stories high,
With loud low voice Melpomene did cry,
What sober madness hath possest your brains,
And men of no place? shall your easie pains
Be thus rewarded? passing Smithfield bars,
Cast up the blear-ey'd eyes down to the stars,
And see the Dragons head in Quartile move,
Now Venus is with Mercury in love:
Mars patient rages in a fustian fume,
And Jove will be reveng'd or quit the room:
Mild Juno , beauteous Saturn, Martia free,
At ten leagues distance now assembled be.
Then shut your eyes and see bright Iris mount
Five hundred fathoms deep by just account,
And with a noble ignominious train
Pass flying to the place where Mars was slain:
Thus silently she spake, whilst I mine eyes
Fixt on the ground advanced to the skies.
And then not speaking any word reply'd
Our noble family is near ally'd
To that renowned peasant George a Green:
Stout Wakefield Pinner, he that stood between
Achilles and the fierce Eacides ,
And them withstood with most laborious ease,
Yet whilst that Boreas and kind Auster lie
Together, and at once the same way flie;
And that unmoved wandring fixed star,
That bloody peace foretells, and patient War,
And scares the earth with fiery apparitions,
And plants in men both good and bad conditions;
I ever will with my weak able pen
Subscribe myself your Servant
Francis Ben.