Classic Poem

A cunning hand it was
Of this hard rocke did frame
That monster of all ages, mankind's shame,
Ferce Nero, hell's disgrace:
Of wit, sence, pitie void,
Did he not liuing, marble hard surpasse,
His mother, master, countrie, all destroyed?
Not alt'ring his first case,
A stone he was when set upon a throne,
And now a stone he is, although dethroned downe.