Classic Poem

In time to come, if such a crime should be
As Parricide, (foul villany!)
A Clove of Garlick would revenge that evil;
(Rare dish for Plough-men, or the Devil!)
Accursed root! how does it jounce and claw!
It works like Rats-bane in my maw.
What Witch contriv'd this strat'gem for my breath!
Poison'd at once, and stunk to death;
With this vile juice Medaea (sure) did noint
Jason (her Love) in every joint;
When untam'd Bulls in yokes he led along,
This made his manhood smell so strong;
This gave her Dragon venom to his sting,
And set the Hagg upon the wing.
I burn, I parch, as dry as dust am I,
Such drought on Puglia never came,
Alcides could not bear so much as I,
He oft was wet, but never dry.
Mecaenas! do but taste of your own Treat,
And what you gave your Poet, eat;
Then go to Bed, and court your Mistris there,
She'l never kiss you I dare swear.