Classic Poem

Epigram 183

A threed-bare priest, that almost naked was,
Comming on businesse to a fox-fur'd Deane:
Who said in scorne to him, poore priest (alas)
To go so cold I muse what thou dost meane?
The priest replide, did you but as I do,
I nothing doubt but you would sweate with heate;
The well-furrd Deane gaue great regard thereto,
And praid the priest forth with to shew that feate;
D on all your clothes (quoth he) which if you would
I will be hang'd if ere you be a cold.English