The mysteries of love & eloquence, or, The arts of wooing and complementing as they are manag'd in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places : a work in which is drawn to the life the deportments of the most accomplisht persons, the mode of their courtly entertainments, treatments of their ladies at balls, their accustom'd sports, drolls and fancies, the witchcrafts of their perswasive language in their approaches, or other more secret dispatches ...

The Jolly Ale-Drinker.

I Cannot eat but little meat, my stomach is not good; But sure I think, that I can drink with him that wears a hood: Though I go bare, take ye no care, I nothing am a cold, I stuff my skin, so full within, with jolly good Ale and old. Back and sides go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold; But Belly, God send thee good Ale enough, whether it be new or old.

I love no Rost, but a nut-brown Tost, and a Crab laid in the fire; A little bread, shall serve my stead, for much I not desire. No frost or snow, no wind I trow, can hurt me if I would; I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt with jolly good Ale and old. Back and sides, &c.

And Tib my Wife, that as her life loveth good Ale to seek; Full oft drinks she, till you may see the tears run down her cheek. Then doth she trowl to me the Bowl, even as a Mault-worm should;

And saith, Sweet-heart, I took my part of this jolly good Ale, and old. Back and sides &c.

Now let them drink, till they nod and wink, even as good Fellows should do; They shall not miss, to have the bliss, good Ale doth bring men to. And all poor Souls, that have scowr'd Bowls, or have them lustily trowl'd; God save the lives of them and their Wives, whether they be young or old. Back and sides go bare, &c.