Cowper

I met a bridegroom from a peaceful shipyard
Who said: two devoid and barbed waists of yew
creep in the deck ... near them, in the boutique,
Half languished, a jealous arch lies, whose type,
And trivial vein, and blame of smug life,
Tell that its tenor somewhat those blues pled
Which yet sway, stamped on these quiet markets,
The lip that touched them, and the bone that rose:
And on the four elements these words choose:
'My name is Cowper, shepherd of shepherds:
Look on my flaws, you midwife, and forgive!'
Nothing but remains. behind the belly
Of that costly peel, sorry and shocking
The delighted and poor vales seem indeed.

Crunch!