That e're hee chang'd his former quiet state,
But 'las, repentance then did come too late.
No cure he finde to cure this maladie,
But makes a vertue of necessitie,
The common cure for care to every man,
"A potte of nappy Ale:" where he began
To fortifie his braine 'gainst all should come,
'Mongst which the clamour of his wives loud tongue
This habit graffed[117] in him grew so strong,
That when he was from Ale, an houre seem'd long,