on the late chancellor

To ale, and tosts, and the mirth of a Catch

And all the witty disputes with the watch

To meat without Napkins, & trenchers of bread

Which in many a quarrel has been flung at thy head

To a sack by thy side, & a knife in thy pocket

In an old sheath that stinks like a Candle ith socket

To thy pleasant walks to Westminster Hall

In a Durty terme, and thy justlings for the wall

To thy breakfast in Hell, with lack pots by th' Tally

Thy returne in a Sculler, & dinner in Ram ally