Classic Poem

Yo u heard of that Wonder, of the Lightning and Thunder
Which made the Lye so much the louder:
Now list to another, that Miracle's Brother,
Which was done with a Firkin of Powder .

Oh what a Damp it struck through the Camp!
But as for honest Sir Ralph ,
It blew him to the Vies , without Beard, or Eyes,
But at least three Heads and a half.

When out came the Book, which the News-Monger took
From the Preaching Ladies Letter,
Where in the first place, stood the Conqueror 's Face,
Which made it shew much the better.

But now without lying, you may Paint him Flying,
At Bristol they say you may find him,
Great William the Con , so fast he did run,
That he left half his Name behind him.

And now came the Post, saves all that was lost,
But alas, we are past deceiving,
By a trick so Stale, or else such a Tale
Might amount to a new Thanksgiving .

This made Mr. Case , with a pitiful Face,
In the Pulpit to fall a Weeping,
Though his Mouth utter'd Lyes, Truth fell from his Eyes,
Which kept the Lord Mayor from Sleeping,

Now shut up Shops, and spend your last Drops,
For the Laws nor your Cause, you that loath'em,
Lest Essex should start, and play the Second part ,
Of Worshipful Sir John Hotham .