es in the air?
there a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care.
the wife of my bosom, as! she did die;
for sweet sotion to church i did fly;
i found that old solomon proved it fair,
that a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.
i once ersuaded a veo make;
a letter inform'd me that all was to wreck;
but the pursy old ndlord just waddl'd upstairs,
with a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
“life's cares they are forts”—a maxim id down
by the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the bck gown;
and faith i agree with th' old prig to
Song—“No Churchman Am I”(2/3)