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: