Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
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To a drunken Porter reeling into the Ring to wrastle with a Taylor.
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To a drunken Porter reeling into the Ring to wrastle with a Taylor.
Hey hey pot-valiant Porter, friend, I feare,That you have somewhat more then you can beare.
You make mee laugh to see you face and crack,
You puppie, I could beare you on my back.
Out of the Ring unlesse you were more stout:
The Taylor swears heel fling, or cut you out.
You stand so waving and so tottering,
As if there were an Earth-quake in the Ring.
And eye the Taylor, as you would adore him,
Y'are so devout you scarce can stand before him.
Do you not heare him say it shall go hard
But at the first touch hee'l turne up your yard.
Nor will he use a quarter of his strength
To measure all your quarters out at length.
See but his active stout, and able limb,
Porter I see youl never carry him.
Go wrastle with yond tree you dizzie crowne,
More need to hold you up, then hu le you downe.
Had you as many leggs as any louse
The eyes of Argus, Hands of Bryarcus,
All would not do it, for like Polypheme,
You would be run down in this drunken dreame.
And in the turning of a hand be found
As sure as louse in bosome, on the ground.
Cord first his hands and feet, Then if you can,
Stand toot, and throw the ninth part of a man:
But your athletick art's not worth the trying
Go go a man may see where you've been plying
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T'encounter with a Taylor and his goose
Thus I perceive 'tis fatall to us all
After a Iustie cup to take a fall.
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