Classic Poem

That when the good man lowly bent
Cooked his own cabbage in his homely tent,
And when the Sammites sent a golden sum
To tempt him to betray his country, Rome,
The dross he scoffingly returned untold
And answered with a look serenely bold,
That Roman sprouts would boil without the Grecian gold;
Then eat his coleworts for his meal designed,
And beat the Grecian army when he dined.