Classic Poem

To Mr T.T.

Two Tees may poynt Tawtology
Soe Tom of winfred I'le prayse thee
Not Tom of Odcombe or odd Tom
That wandering Jew of Christendome
Noe Hee of Crudeties did write
But thou dost higher strains indite
Thy storyes only to relate
Would bring one straite unto surate
Noe part o'th'world where Zodiack line
Leads Phebus car is hid to thine
But Goa Bantam and Ormus
Alike to thee Propitious
Thou art as well read in the peas
That grow amongst th'Antypodes
And with noe less of Ease dost pullem
As if they grew hard by at Fullum
Thou dost noe other fruite Surmise
T'have bene the first of Paradise
But Kentish Pippin and out votes
A Million of Coriots
This is the age and thou dost raine
As true and mighty a Soveraigne
As any those who ere they bee
Rais Lies to throw downe Monarchie
The Scoutes not halfe soe diligent
To bring news to the Parliment
The Scottish Dove Thou dost out flye
Teaching the Olive branch to lye
The Northerne Post thy tongue out rides
And all Diurnalls else besides
Yet as a horse thats good may stumble
Within thy Chops thy Dictates fumble
Soe that thy speech as much doth vary
As if that Minshios Dictionary
Had beene thy foode for with much ease
Thou speakst at once nine Languages
And Drunke or Sober none can tell
Distinction in a Syllable
Prag: Brit. Elenct: and all Devise
From thy greate art their mercuries
Yet like a fowle whose feathers gon
Thou flaggst neath sequestration
And art not satisfide at all
That truth should bring thee to the hall
Courage: lett Patience steere and then noe doubt
Thoug thou rush in her hand will bring thee out.