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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On John Dawson, Butler Of C.C.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think<br>Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke<br>Ile spend a farthing muse; some watry verse<br>Will serve the turne to cast upon his hearse;<br>If any cannot weepe amongst us here<br>Take off his pott, and so squeeze out a tear:<br>Weepe, O his cheeses, weepe till yee bee good,<br>Yee that are dry or in the sun have stood;<br>In mossy coats und rusty liveries mourne,<br>Untill like him to ashes you shall turne:<br>Weep, O ye barrells, lett your drippings fall<br>In trickling streams: make waste more prodigal<br>Than when our drinke is badde, that John may flote<br>To Styx in beere, and lift upp Charon's boate<br>With wholesome waves. And as our conduits run<br>With clarett at a Coronation,<br>So lett our channells flow with single tiffe,<br>For John, I hope, is crownde: take off your whiffe,<br>Yee men of Rosemary: Now drinke off all,<br>Remembring 'tis a Butler's funeral:<br> Had he bin master of good double beere,<br> My life for his, John Dawson had beene here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</a><div class=q>
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Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke
Ile spend a farthing muse; some watry verse
Will serve the turne to cast upon his hearse;
If any cannot weepe amongst us here
Take off his pott, and so squeeze ..."></div>
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