Does rage like devils from hell;
Let’s mark the fate and course of State,
Who rises when t’other is sinking,
And believe when this is past
’Twill be our turn at last
To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking.
First, red nos’d Nol he swallowed all,
His colour shew’d he lov’d it:
But Dick his Son, as he were none,
Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;