The Furies With Vertues Encomium. Or, The Image of Honour. In two Bookes of Epigrammes, Satyricall and Encomiasticke. By R.N. [i.e. Richard Niccols] |
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Epig. XV. In Ebrionem. |
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Epig. XV. In Ebrionem.
See where Don Ebrio like a Dutchman goes,Yet drunk with English Ale, one would suppose,
That he would shoulder downe each dore and wal;
But they must stand, or he (poore foole) must fal,
Well home at length he comes and on his bed,
He layes him downe to rest his drink-drownd-head.
But in the morne, the drunken feuor past,
Waking he feeles his pocket all in hast,
And finding there no pennie of that store
Which in his purse, he had, the night before,
He softly sighes, and saies his moni's gone.
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