V.
My Pains at last some Respite shall afford,
While I behold the Battels you maintain;
When Fleets of Glasses sail around the Board,
From whose Broad-sides Vollies of Wit shall rain.
VI.
Nor shall the Sight of honourable Scars,
Which my too forward Valour did procure,
Frighten new-listed Soldiers from the Wars,
Past Joys have more than paid what I endure.
VII.
Shou’d some brave Youth (worth being drunk) prove nice,
And from his fair Inviter meanly shrink,
’Twould please the Ghost of my departed Vice,
If at my Counsel he repent and drink.
VIII.
Or shou’d some cold complexion’d Sot forbid,
With his dull Morals, our Nights brisk Alarms,
I’ll fire his Blood by telling what I did,
When I was strong, and able to bear Arms.
IX.
I’ll tell of Whores attack’d their Lords at home,
Bawds Quarters beaten up, and Fortress won;
Windows demolish’d, Watches overcome,
And handsome Ills by my Contrivance done.