Classic Poem

The gentle Owen was a man well set;
Broad were his shoulders, though his waist but small;
Straight was his back, and even was his breast,
Which no less seemly made him shew than tall,
Such as Achilles seemed among the rest
Of all his army clad in mighty brass;
Among them such (though all they of the best)
The man of Mone, magnifique Owen, was.
He seemed another oak among the briers;
And as in stature, so did he surpass
In wit and active feats his other peers.
He nimbly could discourse, and nimbly dance,
And aged he was about some thirty years.

The gentle Owen was a man well set;
Broad were his shoulders, though his waist but small;
Straight was his back, and even was his breast,
Which no less seemly made him shew than tall,
Such as Achilles seemed among the rest
Of all his army clad in mighty brass;
Among them such (though all they of the best)
The man of Mone, magnifique Owen, was.
He seemed another oak among the briers;
And as in stature, so did he surpass
In wit and active feats his other peers.
He nimbly could discourse, and nimbly dance,
And aged he was about some thirty years.