4.
The stout-brested Lombard, His brains ne’er incumbred,
With drinking of Gallons three;
Trycongius was named, And by Cæsar famed,
Who dubb’d him Knight Cap-a-pee.
5.
If then Honour be in’t, Why a Pox should we stint
Ourselves of the fulness it bears?
H’ has less Wit than an Ape, In the blood of a Grape,