88/217 Because, being the sweet and tender infancy of the day, methinks, it should ill endure such early blightings. I grant you, 'tis in some sort the youth and tender nonage of the day. Youth is bashful, and I give it a cup to encourage it. (_Sings._) "Ale that will make Grimalkin prate."-- At noon I drink for thirst, at night for fellowship, but, above all, I love to usher in the bashful morning under the auspices of a freshening stoop of liquor. (_Sings._) "Ale in a Saxon rumkin then, makes valor burgeon in tall men."-- But, I crave pardon. |