A Farther Search after Claret or, a Second Visitation of the vintners. A poem [by Richard Ames] |
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LXIX.
In a strait line to Garlick-Hill tending our way,
We resolv'd at the Long Dog to finish the Day;
But in vain we thought there to fulfil our desire,
Not one Amorous Bottle to quench our new Fire
We could we find there, unless we our Faith would resign
To some strange Masquerade and Sophisticate Wine.
We resolv'd at the Long Dog to finish the Day;
But in vain we thought there to fulfil our desire,
Not one Amorous Bottle to quench our new Fire
We could we find there, unless we our Faith would resign
To some strange Masquerade and Sophisticate Wine.
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Disappointed on all sides, my Friend to be civil,
(Having wisht all the Vintners 'forenam'd at the Devil)
Would accept no denial, but hastily trudging,
Near to Clerkenwell Green, drag'd me on to his Lodging:
Just to which when arriv'd, and to make a conclusion,
To the Castle we went, but there was such confusion
Of Damning and Sinking, as if Captain T---d,
For a Patent to Swear, to the Devil had Rode;
By which, as fixt Truth, we could soon understand,
That his Courage lay more in his Mouth than his Hand;
Besides his thin VVines were as empty of Merit,
As the Captain of Courage, does want the true Spirit.
(Having wisht all the Vintners 'forenam'd at the Devil)
Would accept no denial, but hastily trudging,
Near to Clerkenwell Green, drag'd me on to his Lodging:
Just to which when arriv'd, and to make a conclusion,
To the Castle we went, but there was such confusion
Of Damning and Sinking, as if Captain T---d,
For a Patent to Swear, to the Devil had Rode;
By which, as fixt Truth, we could soon understand,
That his Courage lay more in his Mouth than his Hand;
Besides his thin VVines were as empty of Merit,
As the Captain of Courage, does want the true Spirit.
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