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Epigram 20. Partiality.
Strato
the Gallant reeles alongst the street,
His addle head's too heauy for his feete:
What though he sweare and swagger, spurn & kick,
Yet men will say the Gentleman is sick?
And that 'twere good to learn where he doth dwell,
And helpe him home, because he is not well.
Strait staggers by a Porter, or a Carman,
As bumsie as a fox'd flapdragon German:
And though the Gentlemans disease and theirs,
Are parted onely with a paire of sheares:
Yet they are Drunken knaues, and must to th' stocks,
And there endure a world of flouts and mocks.
Thus whē braue Strato's wits with wine are shrunk,
The same disease will make a begger drunke.
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