No cursing nor swearing, no staring nor tearing,
amongst us do seeme to appeare.
When we have spent, all to labour we fall,
for a living wee'le dig, or wee'le delve,
Determin'd to be both bounteous and free,
he that made eleven, made twelve.
Now I think it is fit and most requisit,
to drinke a health to our wives,
The which being done, wee'le pay and be gone,
strong drinke all our wits now deprives.