Then that great belly'd man is rich, Ile swear:
For sure, his belly ne'r so big had bin,
Had he not daily had great comings in.
[26.] One meeting a mad Fellow that was drunk, ask't him whither he was going? says he, I am going to the Tavern: No, says t'other, that you are not; for Drunkenness is the way to Hell, and thither you are going. Puh, says the Drunkard, you are therein much mistaken; and I ne'r fear that, for I am so drunk, that my Legs are not able to carry me so far; and what need I go thither agen, for I came from the Devil[118] (Tavern) but now.
[118] In Fleet Street, close by where Temple Bar stood, now Messrs. Childs' Bank.
PORTSMOUTH'S Lamentation
or
A Dialogue between Two Amorous Ladies, E.G.[119] and D.P.[120]
Dame Portsmouth was design'd for France,