Of Wine or Sleep, more vexing then the freight
Of Fruit and Oysters, which lade many a pate,
And send folks crying home from Billings-gate.
No more shall man with Mortar on his head
Set forward towards Rome: no, Thou art bred
A terror to all Footmen, and to Porters,
And all Lay-men that will turn Jews Exhorters,
To fly their conquer'd trade: Proud England then
Embrace this luggage, which the man of men
Hath landed here, and change thy Welladay