Choyce drollery, songs & sonnets being a collection of divers excellent pieces of poetry, of severall eminent authors, never before printed.

The Chorus.

Then,

Since we are all slaves, That Ilanders be, And our Land's a large prison, Inclos'd with the Sea: Wee'l drink up the Ocean, To set our selves free, For man is the World's Epitome.

Let Pirates weare Purple, Deep dy'd in the blood Of those they have slain, The Scepter to sway. If our conscience be cleere, And our title be good, With the rags we have on us, We are richer then they. We drink down at night, What we beg or can borrow, And sleep without plotting For more the next morrow.

Since we, &c.

Let the Usurer watch Ore his bags and his house,

To keep that from Robbers, He hath rackt from his debtors, Each midnight cries Theeves, At the noyse of a mouse, Then see that his Trunks Be fast bound in their Fetters. When once he's grown rich enough For a State plot, Buff in an hower plunders What threescore years got.

Since we, &c.

Come Drawer fill each man A peck of Canary, This Brimmer shall bid All our senses good-night. When old Aristotle Was frolick and merry, By the juice of the Grape, He turn'd Stsgarite. Copernicus once In a drunken fit found, By the coruse of his brains, That the world turn'd round.

Since we, &c.

'Tis Sack makes our faces Like Comets to shine, And gives beauty beyond The Complexion mask, Diogenes fell so In love with this Wine, That when 'twas all out, He dwelt in the Cask. He liv'd by the sent Of this Wainscoated Room; And dying desir'd The Tub for his Tombe.

Since we, &c.