You, more than what's drawn out of Cocks
Of Middleton, yet cures the Pox,
Which no Body, &c.
For ease of Heart, here's that will do't,
A Liquor you may have to boot,
Invites you or the Devil to't,
Which no Body, &c.
For Bottle Ale, though it be windy,
Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye,
I would not have it left behind ye,