From the White Lyon, Bristol.
I’m witty, I’ll Write,
I’m valiant, I’ll Fight,
And take all that’s said in my own Sense:
In Liquor I’m sunk,
And confoundedly drunk,
So there is the Source of this Nonsense.
From the same Place.
A Wretch, whom Fortune has been pleas’d to rowl
From the Tip-top of her enchanted Bowl,