But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,
And cry’d him down for a Protector,
Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule
And not drink and fight like Hector.
The Grecian lad he drank like mad, [p. 13.]
Minding no work above it;
And Sans question kill’d Ephestion
Because he’d not approve it;
He got command where God had land,
And like a Maudlin Yonker,