Classic Poem

Should I thee ranke with Radamanthus fell
And all those furies (Poets) faine in Hell;
Who (when incarnate) were in Sundry times
The Plague of Nature, and the Forge of Crimes.
I should more Honour unto thee Impart
Ten Thousand times above thy Due Desert.
For nothing's in thee which in them was Rare
But with their villanies thou maiest Compare.
If Arrogance, and Dareing Impudence:
Bold Boysterous Rudness, Brazen Insolence;
Concomitant in thee, to all mens Sight,
Imperious outrage, and Mallicious Spite
Be such Endowments as doe merit praise
Then Let my Muse for Thee this Trophy raise.