Classic Poem

Pa ul from Damascus in a basket slides,
Cran'd by the faithfull Brethren down the sides
O' their embatel'd walls, Britannicus
As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us ,
Slides too, but yet more desp'rate, and yet
In his descent; needs must! the Devil drives
Their Cause was both the same, and herem meet,
Only their fall was not with equal feet,
Which makes the Case Iambick: thus we see
How much News falls short of Divinity .
Truth was their crying crime: One takes the night,
Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light
To mantle his escape: how different be
The Pristin and the Modern Policy?
Have Ages their Antipodes? Yet still
Close in the Propagation of ill?
Hence flowes this use aud doctrine from the thump
I last sustain'd (beloved) Good wits may Jump .