That many a man it brings to his bale:
Yet what fairer end can one wish to his Friend,
Th an to dye by the part of a pot of good ale.
Yet let not the innocent bear any blame,
It is their own doings to break o’re the pale:
And neither the Malt, nor the good wife in fault,
If any be potted with a pot of good ale.
They tell whom it kills, but say not a word,
How many a man liveth both sound and hale,
Though he drink no Beer any day in the year,