View well your Quills and Bung, Sir.

Draw Wine to preserve the Lungs Sir;

Not rascally Wine to Rot u’m.

If the Quill runs foul,

Be a trusty soul, and cane it;

For the Health is such

An ill drop will much profane it.

UPON A WELCHMAN.

32. A Man of Wales, a litle before Easter

Ran on his Hostes score for Cheese a teaster: