What, shall we have nobody else?
Why sure the man's gone wood!
* Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits therefore, the antiquity of these lines.]
CCCCLIII.
Tommy Trot, a man of law,
Sold his bed and lay upon straw:
Sold the straw and slept on grass,
To buy his wife a looking-glass.
CCCCLIV.
We're all dry with drinking on't.