Lives from drinking free,
Can enjoy his Humour, Paper and his Pen;
Nor ensnar'd with Wine,
Or some Whores design,
But in harmless Sonnets thinking does ever mend;
Prigs shall never vex him,
Pox shall ne'er perplex him,
If his Pocket's full, sits down and counts his Joy;
If it be not so,
Takes a Tune or two,