Above the ice, as water do below;
And folk do tipple, without fear to sink,
More liquors then the fish beneath do drink.
Here you may see a crowd of people flock,
One’s heels fly up, and down he’s on his dock;
Another steps, ’tis strange but true, no matter,
And in he flounces up to th’ neck in water;
And third more sure his slipp’ry footsteps guides,
And safely o’er the ice away he slides;
Another upon skeats does swiftly pass,