And yet their Liquor no harm could take;
They might have tugg'd till their Hearts did ake.
Then I wish &c
Then what do you say to the Silver Flaggons fine?
True, they shall have no Praise of mine;
For when a Lord he doth them send
To be filled with Wine as he doth intend;
The Man with the Flaggon he doth run away,
Because it is Silver most gallant and gay:
O then the Lord he begins to ban,