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The School of Politicks

or, the humours of a coffee-house: a poem. The Second Edition Corrected and much Enlarged by the Author [i.e. Edward Ward]
Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
  
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XXIII.

[I having seen this furious Quarrel]

I having seen this furious Quarrel,
But too much influenc'd by the Barrel;
Thought that this vast Excess of Joy,
Did even the Soul of Loyalty destroy:
That Vertue lies not in an idle Vain,
Of drinking till my Reason stands
A Tiptoe in my Brain,
When so I may obey some rash Commands.
But calm and quiet always in the Breast,
Wherein true Loyalty does rest.
And sure we must it madness call,
Whilst in some Tavern of the Town,
Prostrate upon our Knees we'll fall,
And drinking others Healths to lose our own.
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