Hur swore hur would never to _Wales_ any more, For hur has tasted Rich liquor good store, The like in all _Wales_ hur had neer drank before, _Sing O brave_ England &c. Hereafter hur never will honour the Leek, This was the best Nation as e're hur did seek, Here's liquor of life that will make a Cat speak. _Sing O brave_ England &c. In praise of this liquor, hur Cap up she flung, For why, it Created an Eloquent Tongue, Besides it will make an Old Woman look young, _Sing O brave Nappy Ale, Delicate Nappy Ale, Dainty fine Nappy Ale._ [1.] In the country dwelt a Gentlewoman who had a French man dwelling with her and he did ever use to go to Church with her, and upon a time he and his Mistresse were going to Church and she bad him pull the doore after him and follow her to the Church, and so he took the doore betweene his armes, and lifted it from the hooks, and followed his Mistresse with it: But when she looked behinde her and saw him bring the doore upon his back, Why, thou foolish knave, qd. she, what wilt thou do with the door? Marry Mistresse, qd. he, you bad me pull the doore after me. Why, qd. she, I did command thee that thou shouldest make fast the doore after thee, and not bring it upon thy back after me. But after this, there was much good sport and laughing at his simplicity and foolishnesse therein. _On a Watch lost in a Tavern._ A Watch lost in a Tavern? that's a Crime, [14.] You know how men in drinking lose there time: A Watch keeps time, and if time pass away, There is small reason that the Watch should stay. The key hung out, and you forgot to lock it, Time scorns to be kept tame in any pocket. Hereafter if you keep't, thus must you do, Pocket your Watch, and watch your pockets too. _Of a Precise Taylor._