Classic Poem

For that the might Nabuchadnezar,
From man turn'd beast, from beast turnd man againe,
And was restor'd vnto his former honor:
Yet when at last Death had this changeling slaine,
Euilmoradac his deere sonne and heire,
His carcase did deuide in gobbets small;
And gaue it crowes, and kites and fowles of th' aire.
Because he should turne king no more at all
That was an vnkinde part to part him so;
The heires this Age affoords affoord more loue
To their deceasèd sires; for, did they knowe
They should againe from death to life remoue,
They would not part them (for that part were euil)
But they would giue them wholy to the deuil.