Now, what do you say to these cans of wood? Oh, no, in faith they cannot be good; For if the bearer fall by the way, Why, on the ground your liquor doth lay; But had it been in a leather bottèl, Although he had fallen all had been well. So I wish in heav'n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl. Then what do you say to these glasses fine? Oh, they shall have no praise of mine; |