Shakspeare, your Wincot ale hath much renown'd,

That fox'd a beggar so (by chance was found

Sleeping) that there needed not many a word

To make him to believe he was a lord:

But you affirm (and in it seems most eager)

'Twill make a lord as drunk as any beggar.

Bid Norton brew such ale as Shakspeare fancies

Did put Kit Sly into such lordly trances:

And let us meet there (for a fit of gladness)