He setteth the high and principall felicitie of man in pleasure, and thiketh that lyfe most pure and godly, whiche may haue greate delectatio and pleasure, and lytle pensiuenes.
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul.
Another battle-ax, in the same collection.
Time vvas, e'er Temperance had fled the realm; / E're Luxury ſat guttling at the helm / From meal to meal, vvithout one moment's ſpace […]
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