Classic Poem

The Country people once a wolfe did take,
That of their sheep and lambs did havock make;
Some voted that he should be crucifi'd,
Others would have him in the fire be fry'd;
Some to be hew'd in peices with a sword,
And to be thrown to dogs to be devour'd
Among the rest, one whom unlucky fate
Had doom'd to th'troubles of a married State,
(The common lot of men) oh? Friends (sayes he)
Lay by your forkes, and ropes, that knotty be;
The sword, the fire, the guns, the cross, the whips,
Are but slight tortures, I have one out-strips
All those, if you would punish him to th'life,
Fit for his crimes, then let him wed a wife.