Where with intention I have` err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still BURNS. AN The Conclufion. honeft crew, difpofed to be merry, Came to a tavern by, and call'd for wine: The drawer brought it (fmiling like a cherry) And told them it was pleasant, neat, and fine. Tafte it, quoth one: he did; Oh, fie! (quoth he). This wine was good; now 't runs too near the lee. Another fipp'd, to give the wine its due, And faid unto the reft it drank too flat; The The third faid, it was old; the fourth, too new; Nay, quoth the fifth, the fharpness likes me not. Thus, gentlemen, you fee how in one hour The wine was new, old, flat, fharp, fweet, and four. Unto this wine I do allude my Work; Which fome will judge too trivial, some too grave: Wishing you'd not too minutely look, THE END. |