Jonathan Swift 
The Battle of the Books [EPUB ebook] 

In ancient times, as story tells,
The saints would often leave their cells,
And stroll about, but hide their quality,
To try good people’s hospitality.
It happened on a winter night,
As authors of the legend write,
Two brother hermits, saints by trade,
Taking their tour in masquerade,
Disguised in tattered habits, went
To a small village down in Kent;
Where, in the strollers‘ canting strain,
They begged from door to door in vain;
Tried every tone might pity win,
But not a soul would let them in.