This wine of Spainë creepeth subtilly In other winës growing fastë by, Of which there riseth such fumosity, That when a man hath drunken draughtës three, And weeneth that he be at home in Cheap, He is in Spain, right at the town of Lepe, Not at the Róchelle, nor at Bourdeaux town; And thennë will he say, Samsoún! Samsoún! But hearken, lordings, one word, I you pray, That all the sov’reign actës, dare I say, Of victories in the Old Testament, Through very God that is omnipotent, Were done in abstinence and in prayére: Look in the Bible, and there ye may it lear. 3575 Look, Attila, the greatë conqueror, Died in his sleep, 3576 with shame and dishonór, Bleeding aye at his nose in drunkenness: A captain should aye live in soberness. And o’er all this, advisë 3577 you right well