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

Fancies and Fantasticks. 4 1 9What that is, who can tell ?But I beleeve it was no moreThen thou and I have done beforeWith Bridget, and with Nell.The Good Fellow.When shall we meet again to have a tastOf that transcendent Ale we drank of last ?What wild ingredient did the woman choseTo make her drink withal ? it made me loseMy wit, before I quencht my thirst ;there cameSuch whimsies in my brain, and such a flameOf fiery drunkennesse had sing'd my nose,My beard shrunk in for fear,; there were of thoseThat took me for a Comet, some afarDistant remote, thought me a blazing star ;The earth me thought, just as it was, it wentRound -in a wheeling course of merriment.My head was ever drooping, and my noseOffering to be a suiter to my toes.My pock-hole face, they say, appear'd to some,Just like a diy and burning Honey-comb:My tongue did swim in Ale, and joy'd to boastItself a greater Sea-man than the toast.My mouth was grown awry, as if it wereLab'ring to reach the whisper in mine eare.My guts were mines of sulphur, and my setOf parched teeth, struck fire as they met.E E 2