That I had but a mouth as big as a Whale!
For mine is too little to touch the least tittle
That belongs to the praise of a pot of good ale.
Thus (I trow) some Vertues I have mark’d you out,
And never a Vice in all this long traile,
But that after the Pot there cometh the Shot,
And that’s th’ onely blot of a pot of good ale.—
With that my Friend said, that blot will I bear,
You have done very well, it is time to strike saile,
Wee’l have six pots more, though I dye on the score,