The courtiers health; or The merry boyes of the times he that loves sack, doth nothing lack, if he but loyal be, he that denyes Bacchus supplyes shows meere hypocrisie. To a new tune, Come boyes fill us a bumper, or My lodging is on the cold ground.

Abstract

Verse: "Come boyes fill us a bumper ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Attributed to Matthew Taubman. Cf. Wing. Item at A5:2[74] imperfect: cropped. Item at A6:2[38] imperfect: stained. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library.