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O blest potation ! ftill by thee,
Do health and mirth prevail;
In quaffing nappy ale.
BACKE and fide go bare, go bare,
Whether it be newe or olde.
* From “ A ryght pithy, plealaunt and meric comedie s Intytuled Gammer Gurtons Nedlc,” London. 1575. - This very humorous ancient drama is preserved, amongst divers similar curiosities, in the excellent colle&tion of old plays lately publihed by mr. Dodney.
Backe and syde go bare, go bare,
Boo:b foote and hand go colde :
Whether it be new or olde.
I loue no rost, but a nut-browne tofte,
And a crab. laid in the fyre ;
Much breade I not defyre.
Can hurte mee if I wolde,
Of ioly good ale and olde.
And Tyb my wyfe, that as her lyfe,
Loueth well good ale to seeke,
The teares run downe her cheeke:
Euen as a mault-worme shu!d;
Of this ioly good ale and olde.
Now let them drynke tyll they nod and winke,
Even as good felowes shoulde doe : They shall not mysse to have the blisse,
Good ale doth bringe men to.
And all poore foules that have scowred boules
Or have them lustely trolde,
Whether they be yonge or olde.
THE BROWN JUG.
IMITATED FROM THE LATIN OF HIERONYMUS AMALTHEUS.
BY THE REV. MR. FAWKES.
THE MAD LOVER.
BY ALEXANDER BROME.
Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,
many a year ;
For one poor mortal to bear. 'Twas drink made me fall into love,
And love made me run into debt; And though I have struggled, and struggled, and strove,
I cannot get out of them yet..
'Twill pay all
There's nothing but money can cure me,
Will love me, and love me again :
SON G LV.
TPBRAID me not, capricious fair,
With drinking to excess ;
Love me, my dear, and you shall find.
When this excuse is gone ;
Is fix'd on her alone.
The god of wine the victory
To beauty yields with joy ;
When Ariadne's coy.
BY MR. WILLIAM WOTY.
Y temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine,
And barter a of wine,
Yet why this resolve to relinquish the fair?
'Tis woman, whose joys every rapture impart,
At the sound of her voice Sorrow lifts up her head,
Then fill me a goblet from Bacchuses hoard,