Then humble calls, "Though they do still aspire;
Ladies then fall, when Lords rise by desire."
Then straddling goes, says, "Frenchmen fear no bears!"
Vows "he will travel to the Siege of Brest!"
Swears, "Captains, they do all against the hair!"
Protests "Tobacco is a smoke-dried jest!"
Takes up his pen for a tobacco pipe,
Thus all besmeared, each lip, the other wipe.
His breath, he thinks the smoke! his tongue, a coal!