To Dickison’s where he made league,
And articled that for a night-house,
To rest a while after fatigue:
He drank a while till he grew mellow,
And then for his chamber did call,
Where sound he may sleep, silly fellow,
His travels wou’d weary us all.
He had an invincible couple
Of legs, that did bear him well out,
They hung so loose, like a flail-souple,