O you butlers, creators of new forms, make me of no drinker a drinker, a perennity and everlastingness of sprinkling and bedewing me through these my parched and sinewy bowels.

He drinks in vain that feels not the pleasure of it.

This entereth into my veins,--the pissing tools and urinal vessels shall have nothing of it.

I would willingly wash the tripes of the calf which I apparelled this morning.

I have pretty well now ballasted my stomach and stuffed my paunch.