Classic Poem

Under this stone rests Hudibras,
A Knight as errant as e'er was:
The controversy only lies,
Whether he was more stout than wise;
Nor can we here pretend to say,
Whether he best could fight or pray;
So, till those questions are decided,
His virtues must rest undivided.
Full oft he suffer'd bangs and drubs,
And fall as oft took pains in tubs;
Of which the most that can be said,
He pray'd and fought, and fought and pray'd;
As for his personage and shape,
Among the rest we'll let them scape;
Nor do we, as things stand, think fit
This stone should meddle with his wit.
One thing, 'tis true, we ought to tell,
He liv'd and died a colonel;
And for the Good old Cause stood buff,
'Gainst many a bitter kick and cuff.
But since his Worship's dead and gone,
And mouldering lies beneath this stone,
The Reader is desir'd to look
For his achievements in his Book;
Which will preserve of Knight the tale,
Till Time and Death itself shall fail.