Classic Poem

When Arrius would commodious say,
Chommodious always was his way;
And when insidious he would name,
Strait from his lips hinsidious came:
Nay more, he thought, with that strong swell,
He spoke hinsidious wondrous well.
His uncle Liber, and his mother,
I doubt not, so address'd each other;
And that his grandsire, and grandame,
By female line, did just the same.
When Arrius was to Syria sent,
Each wearied ear became content:
But now no more these words displease,
Pronounc'd with neatness, and with ease;
Of aspiration no one thought;
When sudden this dread news was brought,
That Arrius was return'd, and, strange!
Had dar'd th' Ionian sea to change;
For 'twas no more th' Ionian sea,
But the Hionian , from that day.