Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
Author
Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Page 352

Of a drunken man.

His head growes giddie, and his foote indents, A mightie fume his troubed braine torments, His idle prattle from their purpose quite, Is abrupt, fluttering, all confusde, and light, His wine stuft stomacke wrung with wind he feeles, His trembling tent all topsi-turuie wheeles, At last not able on his legges to stand, More like a foule swine then a sober man, Opprest with sleepe hee wallowes on the ground, His shamelesse snorting trounke so deepely drownd, In selfe-obliuion, that he did not hide, Those parts that Caesar couered when hee died. Idem.
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