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Tixall Poetry.
L.
To the Tune of
"Robin Good Fellow.
By Matt Arundel.
Some say, drinking does disguise men,
And there witts turnes out of doores;
Fooles they are; I'le sweare, not wise men,
And they lye like
For the man that's in drink,
Speaks as he does think;
Hee's not disguised, but frank and free,
'Tis he's only soe, that's a cup to loe,
For he's disguised with modesty.
And there witts turnes out of doores;
Fooles they are; I'le sweare, not wise men,
And they lye like
For the man that's in drink,
Speaks as he does think;
Hee's not disguised, but frank and free,
'Tis he's only soe, that's a cup to loe,
For he's disguised with modesty.
Others doe cry, what a beast he makes
Of himselfe, to drink till he cannot goe;
Fooles they are, 'tis there mistakes,
Whoever sees a beast doe soe.
Of himselfe, to drink till he cannot goe;
Fooles they are, 'tis there mistakes,
Whoever sees a beast doe soe.
