Classic Poem

For my part, I'le not meddle with the cause:
I live a separate life amongst my Swine,
Come at no Towne for any need of mine,
Unlesse the circularly-witted Queene
(When any farre-come guest is to be seene
That brings her newes) commands me bring a Brawn--
About which (all things being in question drawne
That touch the King) they sit, and some are sad
For his long absence, some againe are glad
To waste his goods unwreak't, all talking still.