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SONG XXIX.

If any so wise is,
That sack he despises.
Let him drink his small bere & be sober
While we drink Sack and sing,
As if it were spring,
He shall droop like the trees in October.
Be sure over night,
If this dog do you bite,
You take it henceforth for a warning.
soon as out of bed,
To settle your head,
Take an hair of his tail in the morning.

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Then be not so silly,
To follow old Lilly,
For ther's nothing but sack that can tune us.
Let his ne assuescas,
Be put in his Cap-Case,
And sing bibito vinum jejunus.