Epigram 37: Miraculos wonders in the Brittish clime

Miraculos wonders in the Brittish clime,
Monsters of Nature, sprung from putred slime.
Sampson that puld the Gates of Gaza downe,
Nor Libian Hercules whose furious frowne,
Would mase strong Giants, tame the Lyons rage,
Were not so strong as Gallants of this age:
Why you shall see an vpstart Corkebraind Iacke,
Will beare fiue hundred Akers at his backe,
And walke as stoutly as it were no load,
And beare it to each place of his aboad,
Men of such strength I iudge it necessary,
That none but such should Porters burdens carry.