[86.] One affirmed that he had been in a certain Country, where their Bees were as big as our Sheep. This impudent lye one began to examine, and therefore said, sure then the Bee-hives must be of a huge bignesse; No, saith the other, they are no bigger than ours; How then can they get in? said one. This bogled[178] the lyar like a Mouse in pitch; at last he answered, let them whom it concerns look to that.
[178] Puzzled, bothered.
A Health to all Good-Fellowes:
or
The good Companions Arithmaticke.
To the Tune of, To drive the cold Winter away.
Be merry my hearts, and call for your quarts,
and let no liquor be lacking,
We have gold in store, we purpose to roare,
untill we set care a packing.
Then Hostis make haste, and let no time waste,
let every man have his due,