To cure the head, nay quicken the dead,
With a cup of Apollo’s Nectar.
We do forget we are in debt
When we with liquor are warmed;
We dare out-face the Sergeant’s Mace, [p. 76.]
And Martiall Troops though armed.
The Swedish King much honour did win,
And valiant was as Hector;
Yet we can be as valiant as he,
With a cup of Apollo’s Nectar.