Classic Poem

The mighty Mavors, zealous to behold
A Mars more mighty than himself below,
Did once resolve his rival to o'erthrow
By Assassins, whom open force made bold;
But finding then that open force did fold
Under the princely valour of his foe,
He then determin'd to assail him so
As no defence should his offence withhold.
Then came he down to Pluto's dire abode,
And there for fire and brimstone straight did call—
Wherewith he thought to play the thund'ring god,
And make the world admire his rival's fall;
But cease fond Mars to make the world to wonder,
Ten thousand Laurels save our Mars from thunder.