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I pray you, all ye men who put your trust / In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear, / Holding that Nature lives from year to year / In one continual round because she must -- / Set me not down, I pray you, in the dust / Of all these centuries, like a pot of beer -- / A pewter-pot disconsolately clear, / Which holds a potful, as is right and just!
I will grow clamorous -- by the rood, I will, / If thus ye use me like a pewter pot!
Good friend, thou art a toper and a sot -- / will not be the lead to hold thy swill, / Nor any lead: I will arise and spill / Thy silly beverage -- spill it piping hot!