A lecherous thing is wine, and drunkenness Is full of striving and of wretchedness. O drunken man! disfigur’d is thy face, 3569 Sour is thy breath, foul art thou to embrace: And through thy drunken nose sowneth the soun’, As though thous saidest aye, Samsoún! Samsoún! And yet, God wot, Samson drank never wine. Thou fallest as it were a sticked swine; Thy tongue is lost, and all thine honest cure; 3570 For drunkenness is very sepultúre Of mannë’s wit and his discretión. In whom that drink hath dominatión, He can no counsel keep, it is no dread. 3571 Now keep you from the white and from the red, And namely 3572 from the whitë wine of Lepe, 3573 That is to sell in Fish Street 3574 and in Cheap.