Classic Poem

Of Gyants and Knights , and their wonderfull fights
We have stories enough in Romances ,
But I'le tell you one new, that is strange and yet true ,
Though t'other are nothing but fancies.

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A Knight lately made, of the Governing trade,
Whose name he'l not have to be known;
Has been trucking with fame, to purchase a name,
For 'tis said he had none of his own.

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He by Fortunes design, should have been a Divine,
And a Pillar no doubt of the Church,
Whom a Sexton (God wot) in the Bellfry begot,
And his Mother did pig in the Porch.

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And next for his breeding, 'twas learned Hog-feeding ,
With which he so long did converse,
That his manners & feature , was so like their nature ,
You'ld scarce know his sweetnesse from theirs.

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But observe the device, of this Noblemans rise,
How he hurried from trade to trade,
From the grains he'd aspire, to the yest , and then higher ,
Till at length he a Drayman was made.

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Then his dray-horse and he , in the streets we did see,
With his hanger , his sling , and his jacket;
Long time he did watch , to meet with his match ,
For he'd ever a mind to the Placket.

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At length he did find, out a Trull to his mind,
And Vrsula was her name;
Oh Vrsly quoth he, and oh Tom then quoth she,
And so they began their game.

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But as soon as they met, O such Babes they did get,
And Blood-royal in 'um did place,
From a swineheard they came, a she-bear was their Dam ,
They were suckled as Romulus was.

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At last when the Rout, with their head did fall out,
And the Wars thereupon did fall in,
He went to the field, with a sword, but no shield,
Strong drink was his buckler within.

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But when he did spy, how they dropt down and dye,
And did hear the bullets to sing;
His armes he flung down, and run fairly to town,
And exchang'd his sword for his sling.

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Yet he claimed his share, in such honours as were
Belonging to nobler spirits;
That ventur'd their lives , while this Buffon survives
To receive the reward of their merits.

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When the Wars were all done, he his fighting begun,
And would needs shew his valour in peace,
Then his fury he flings, at poor conquer'd things,
And frets like a hog in his grease .

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For his first feat of all, on a Wit he did fall,
A Wit as some say, and some not,
Because he'd an art, to rhime on the quart,
But never did care for the pot.

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And next on the Cocks , he fell like an Ox ,
Took them and their Masters together;
But the combs and the spurs , kept himself and his Sirs ,
Who are to have both or neither.

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The cause of his spight, was because they would fight ,
And because he durst not, he did take on;
And said they were fit, for the pot, not the spit,
And would serve to be eaten with Bacon .

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But flesh'd with these spoyles , the next of his toyles ,
Was tOfall with wild-beasts by the ears,
To the Bearward he goeth, and then opened his mouth ,
And said, Oh! are you there with your bears .

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Our stories are dull, of a Cock and a Bull ,
But such was his valour and care;
Since he bears the Bell, the tales that we tell,
Must be of a Cock and a Bear .

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The crime of the Bears , was, they were Cavaliers ,
And had formerly fought for the King;
And pull'd by the Burrs , the Round-headed Curs ,
That they made their ears to ring.

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Our successor of Kings, like blind fortune flings
Upon him both honour and store;
Who has as much right, to make Tom a Knight,
As Tom has desert , and no more.

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But Fortune that Whore, still attended this Brewer ,
And did all his Atchievements reward;
And blindly did fling , on this lubberly thing ,
More Honour , and made him a Lord .

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Now he walks with his spurs, and a couple of curs
At his heels, which he calls Squires;
So when Honour is thrown , on the head of a Clown ,
'Tis by Parasites held up, and Lyars .

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The rest of his pranks , will merit new thanks ,
With his death, if we did but know it;
But we'l leave him and it, to a time and place fit,
And Greg . shall be funeral Poet.