’Ore th’ Coffee-pot, was almost dead
Even now with Rhume; ask him hee’ll say
That all his Rhum’s now past away.
See, there’s a man sits now demure
And sober, was within this hour
Quite drunk, and comes here frequently,
For ’tis his daily Mady.
More, it has such reviving power
’Twill keep a man awake an houre,
Nay, make his eyes wide open stare