Classic Poem

Againe.

E PIG . 244.

I T may be Pattulus its as you say;
You say you still must drinke, still being dry.
That is, you must be drunken eu'ry day;
In vino veritas; you doe not lye,
And yet you cannot stand to what you doe
Because you doe what lies not long with you;
Besides you are a crowing crauen to,
And dare not stand to what in wine you vow.
So still you drinke, that (drunke) you may be spar'd
From many a beating that would els befall you;
You drunkards dare but neuer are you dar'd,
Vnlesse it be by madde-men who doe mall you.
Then Pattulus, still arme thyselfe in liqueur,
And none will touch thy parson but a vicar:
 For vicars and good parsons' soules do cure
 Then must thine (drown'd in sacke) their heate endure.