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Barnaby's Journal
PART IV.
Mirtil.
O Faustulus! takest no pity
For the Field to leave the City,
Nor thy Consorts, lively Skinkers,
Witty Wags, and lusty Drinkers;
Lads of Life, who wash their Liver,
And are dry and thirsty ever?
Wilt thou here no longer tarry
With these Boys that love Canary?
Wilt thou leave those Nectar-Trenches
Dainty Doxes, merry Wenches?
Say, what makes thee change thy Ditty,
Thus to take Farewell o' th' City?
Faustul. What is't makes me? dost not note it,
How I have i' th' Tavern floted;
Till a Thousand seek to shame me,
There goes Faustulus, so they name me;
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