Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

'Fancies and Fantasticks. 407He's all for singing, and he hates to chide,Till blithfull Bacchus cause his tongue be tide.One like an Ape shews many tricks and toys,To leap, and dance, and sing with ruefull noise ;Over the foorme he skips, then crosse-legd sitsUpon the table, in his apish fits,From house to house he rambles in such sort,That no Baboon could make you better sport ;He pincheth one, another with his wandHe thrusts, or striketh, or else with his hand :Pisses the room, and as he sleeping lyes,Waters his Couch (not with repenting eyes).A seaventh, he sits mute, as if his tongueHad never learn'd no other word but mum ;And with his mouth he maketh mops and mews,Just like an Ape his face in form he screws :Then nods with hum, and hah ;but not one wordHis tongue-tide foolish silence can afford.To note his gesture, and his snorting after,'Twould make a Horse break all his girts with laughter.But questionlesse he'd speak more were he able,Which you shall hear, having well slept at table.Sir reverence, your stomacks do prepareAgainst some word, or deed, ill-sent doth beare.So this most sordod beast being drunk, doth misseThe Chamber-pot, and in his hose doth pisse.