Classic Poem

G ORGONIUS goes like one that were not one,
Carelesse of all whereof one should haue care;
His hose vntrust, his stockins and his shoone
Are both vnty'd, and foule (God wot) they are
His bozome buttonles all times of yeare;
His shirt he chaungeth as the moone doth chaunge;
His band is starch'd with grease, French-russet cleare:
His beard for want of combing, full of mange;
His hat (though blacke) lookes like a medley hat;
For black's the ground which sparingly appeares,
Then heer's a dowle, and there a dabb of fat
Which as vnhansome hangs about his eares
His cloake (stone-couler) lookes like a milstone
As full of holes as it is full of dust;
For it with brush was neuer yet o're gone
Nor neuer shall for him (neat lad) I trust:
And though for want he hath no cause to mone,
Gorgonius goes like one that were not one.