Classic Poem

Strength of my country, whilst I bring to view
Such as are miscalled captains, and wrong you;
And your high names: I do desire, that thence
Be nor put on you, nor you take offence.
I swear by your true friend, my muse, I love
Your great profession; which I once did prove:
And did not shame it with my actions, then,
No more, than I dare now do, with my pen.
He that not trusts me, having vowed thus much,
But's angry for the captain, still: is such.