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Where with intention I have` err'd,
No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and Goodness still
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
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 third faid, it was old; the fourth, too
Nay, quoth the fifth, the fharpness likes
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,