Classic Poem

Upon the Generall the Lord Fairfaxes resigning up his Commissions to Oliver Crumwell

Upon account it's understood
When Theevs fall out one comes by good
And what doe all men but be sh-t'um
When Generalls conclude with Itom
For soe their reckening but small is
If cast up without summa totalis
Pounds, Crownes, and shillings to a farthing
In Auditings are worth reguarding
And though misplac't ther may be reason
To judg it is but for a season
To try their skil whose fayths amount
Unto an Exchecker account
Wher figures their owne places fill
And Cifers remain Cifers stil
Which in Arithmaticks schoole fall
Or rise but as additionall
Set them alone I dare averr
'Ts like Rowland changd to Oliver
Signefies that ther doth remain
Nothing saving the same again
When we ought drive a greater skoap
On Pounds and Crownes to fix our hoap
Whilst swords make plowgh shears, let Hemp R —