Classic Poem

C OENEUS , that Thessalian beautious malde
Who rauishèd by Neptune (as it's said)
Obtaind to be transformèd to a man,
And had the guift no edge could hurt her then;
Which transformation and which goodly guift
Laurentia hath obtaind: for she can shift
As well as men and master her good man,
And fight and scratch, and sweare stare, curse and ban:
And for her flesh it's of such perfect proofe
No weapon hurt it can it is so tuffe:
But euery weapon that on it dare venter
Twill spoile it quite if in the same it enter,
Then they that loue their weapens, wealth and honor,
Draw rather on a piller than vpon her.