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Tixall Poetry.
Though the ioyes of the night in good drinking be past,
The debauch but untill the next morning doth last;
But loves great debauch is more lasting and strong,
For that often lasts a man all his life long.

Love and wine are the bonds that fasten us all,
The world but for these to confusion would fall;
Were it not for the pleasures of love and good wine,
Mankind for each trifle there lives would resigne:
Thei'd not value there lives, nor would speake without thinking,
Nor would kings rule the world but for love and good drinking.



XXI.

To Sleep.


Care-charming Sleepe, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, gently thyself dispose
On this afflicted wight; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers, give nothing that is loud,