Once more I read his Absey book
Where A is Acheron and B is basilisk
For C my thirst is quenched with Circe's cup . . .
Here comes one Jack-an-apes dressed up
In motley non-pareil who only got as far
As D which is a wall-eyed dog named R.
For him eftsoons
Here comes his long awaited
Day of Doom
Fico Fig Figo!
To the Reader
This figure that you here see put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut;
Wherein the engraver had a strife
with nature, to outdo the life:
O, could he but have drawn his wit
As well in brass, as he has hit
His face; the print would then surpass
All that was ever writ in brass.
But since he cannot, reader look
Not on his picture, but his book.
Ben Jonson (revised)