Though before (silly Fellow) his courage did quaile,
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 straight-way;
With Rhetorical termes he will tell his tale;
With courtesies great store, and his Cap up before,
Being school’d but a little with a pot of good ale.
The Old man, whose tongue wags faster than his teeth,
(For old age by Nature doth drivel and drale)
Will frig and will fling, like a Dog in a string,