Another he makes deaf your ears to heare He gives the on-set to out-laugh the Table. One he sits drinking healths to such a friend, Nothing but healths of love is his pretence, To make the number up amongst the crew, He must disgorge it, e're he can have rest. Here sits one straining of his drunken throat But straining that too high, falls to a base. He's all for singing, and he hates to chide, One like an Ape shews many tricks and toys, From house to house he rambles in such sort, A seaventh, he sits mute, as if his tongue Just like an Ape his face in form he screws: To note his gesture, and his snorting after, "Twould make a Horse break all his girts with laughter. But questionlesse he'd speak more were he able, Which you shall hear, having well slept at table. Sir reverence, your stomacks do prepare Nay, smell but near him, you perhaps may find, Not onely piss'd before, but behind; Each company loaths him, holding of their nose: Scorning, and pointing at his filthy hose; As no condition of a Drunkard's good, So this smels worst of all the loathsome brood. Though it may seem rude For me to intrude, With these my Bears by chance a "Twere sport for a King, If they could sing As well as they can dance-a. Then to put you out Of fear or doubt, He came from St. Katherine-a. These dancing three, By the help of me, Who am the post of the Signe-a. We sell good ware, And we need not care, Though Court and Countrey knew it ; Our Ale's o'th best : And each good guest Prayes for their souls that brew it. For any Alehouse, We care not a Louse, Nor Tavern in all the Town-a: Nor the Vintry Cranes, Nor St. Clement Danes, Nor the Devill can put us down-a. Who has once there been, Comes hither agen, The liquor is so mighty. Beer strong and stale, And so is our Ale; And it burns like Aqua-vitæ. To a stranger there, If any appeare, |