Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies By H. B. [i.e. Henry Bold] |
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A trick for your Learning.
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A trick for your Learning.
Two Schollars in Thames-street were drinking hard,And late; to whom a Constable repair'd,
And taxt them for't: Invited yet to drink,
He turn'd up glasses, till both nod and wink
At greatest faults he would; when sleep at last
Did bridle up his bruitish senses fast.
Mean while the waggish Mercuries conspire
T'abuse him, and two water-men they hire
To take him naping, & transport him thence
Th'way of all fish; who nere recover'd sense,
Nor from his dead sleep found himself alive,
Till both his Charons at Graves-end arrive.
To all harsh Magistrates a warning faire,
That they of too much wine and wit beware.
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