Classic Poem

Lo here a Glorious Realm subverted stands,
Just Tumbler -like upon the Feet and Hands
Once Europes Pride and Envy , now their Scoff ,
Since the base Entrayles cut the Head on't off,
The Body lost its form, and's turn'd a Lump ,
Now all the Limbs are Vassals to the Rump ,
Which all the Nutriture devour'd and spent,
Yields nothing back but stink and excrement ,
And all returns that ever this doth send us,
Serves only to defile us and offend us;
'Tis by much pamparing grown a strange Disease ,
Which all receives , and gives nor food nor ease
To th' pining Body , but is craving still;
And we by feeding it our selves do kill ,
Which nothing lives by that has any worth,
But those base vermin which its stink brought forth.
If every Member in this Body would
Withdraw its strength and influence, as they should,
This nasty Highness quickly must abate,
And yield to th' Head which only saves the State .