Then Dick to his Dearling full boldly dares speak, Tho' before (filly Fellow) his Courage did quail, He gives her the Smouch with his Hand on his Pouch, If he meet by the way with a Pot of good Ale. And it makes the Carter a Courtier ftrait way, With Rhetorical terms he will tell his Tale, With Courtefies great store, and his Cap up before, Being school'd but a little with a Pot of good Ale. The old Man whofe Tongue wags fafter than his Teeth, (For old Age by nature doth drivel and drale) Will frisk and will fling like a Dog in a String, If he warms his cold Blood with a Pot of good Ale. And the good old Clark whofe fight waxeth dark, And now that the Grains do work in my Brains, That flow to Mankind from a Pot of good Ale. As for the Musician of any Condition, It will make him reach to the top of his Scale; The Poet Divine, that cannot reach Wine, If he be but infpired with a Pot of good Ale. For Ballads Elderton never had Peer, How went his Wit in them, with how merry a gale, And with all the Sails up, had he been at the Cup, And washed his Beard with a Pot of good Ale. And the power of it shows no whit less in Profe, Will not trifle his time in the Husk or the Shale, But go to the Kernel by the depth of his Art, To be found in the bottom of a Pot of good Ale. Give a Scholar of Oxford a Pot of Sixteen, And put him to prove that an Ape has no Tail, And fixteen times better his Wit will be seen, If you fetch him from Botley a Pot of good Ale. Thus it helps Speech and Wit; and it hurts not a whit, Then think it not much if a little I touch To the Church and Religion it is a good Friend, Set a Confecrate House to a Pot of good Ale. And next I alledge, it is Fortitude's edge: Will Swear and will Swagger, and out goes his Dag- (ger, And And fure it will make a Man fuddenly Wife, Or he that will make a bargain to gain, In buying or fetting his Goods forth to Sale, They talk much of State both early and late, But if Gafcoign and Spain their Wine fhou'd but fail, No remedy then with us Englishmen But the State it must stand by a Pot of good Ale. And they that fit by it are good Men and quiet, The North they will praise it, and praise it with Passion, O Ale ab alendo, thou Liquor of Life! That I had but a Mouth as big as a Whale! Thus I trow, fome virtues I've marked you out, And that's th' only blot of a Pot of good Ale. With that my Friend said, That blot will I bear, The Greenland VOYAGE: or, the Whale-Fisher's Delight: Being a full Description of the manner of the taking of Whales on the Coast of Greenland. To the Tune of, Hey to the Temple, &c. At a Time when the World is wholly taken up with difcourfes upon Whale-Fishery, and that we are all expecting what Success one of the greatest Companies in Europe will meet with in this part of their Commerce, I think I can do nothing better than to prefent my Readers with an old Song written on this Subject; the Poetry I am fure is good, and thofe who are skill'd in that Art tell me the Terms are juft, and every part of it equally beautiful. HY ftay we at home, now the Season is come? WHY Our Interest we wrong, if we tarry too long, Then all hands, let us fit out our Boats; Of the Tackling his share, By neglect a good Voy'ge may be loft. Come I fay, let's away, Make no ftay nor delay, For the Winter brings Whales on the Coast. Harry, |