Tom Coryat, I have seen thy Crudities,
And, methinks, very strangely brewed--it is
With piece and patch together glued--it is
And how, like thee, ill-favoured hued--it is
In many lines I see that lewd--it is
And therefore fit to be subdued--it is
Within thy broiling brain-pan stewed--it is
And 'twixt thy grinding jaws well chewed--it is
Within thy stomach closely mewed--it is
And last, in Court and Country spewed--it is
But now by wisdom's eye that viewed--it is
They all agree that very rude--it is
With foolery so full endued--it is
That wondrously by fools pursued--it is
As sweet as gall's amaritude--it is
And seeming full of pulchritude--it is
But more to write, but to intrude--it is
And therefore wisdom to conclude--it is.