George Wither

John Taylor the Water Poet, in Aquae-Musae: or, Cacafogo, Cacadaemon, Captain George Wither wrung in the Withers (1645) 2.

Is this the Vulgar Vassalls, Valiant George
Whose Whileom Muse did oracles disgorge,
Who was admir'd of every Man and Woeman
Of all sorts, from the Tinker to the Broomeman,
Sure this cannot be he, And yet 'tis he,
Then how (the Devill) can he thus changed be,
Can he, that so much honesty profest
(As if all honesty had been in's Brest)
Can he be Metamorphos'd to a Knave,
And write and fight, his Soveraigne to out-brave,
Can his Lines Lye (that sweet Peece did desire)
Yet stirs up Warres, to se the Reame on fire,
All this is possible, all this is done,
This is George Wyther, his owne Mothers Son.
Now he's great George thus alterd, thus all-turd
Whose Satyres Goose-quill is transform'd t' a sword,
For whose sake, I protest it with my Pen,
I never will trust Wall-eyd Jade agen.
Brave George, no George of Cappodocia,
But famous George of Braggodocia,
Ride on fierce George, untill thy high desert
By Transmutation, make thy Horse a Cart.