Room for, _&c._

_The THICKEST._

My Nose it is Thickest and Roundest of all,

Inriched with Rubies the great with the small;

No Goldsmith of Jewels can make the like show,

See how they are planted here all on a row.

How like a round Bottle it also doth hang,

Well stuffed with Liquor will make it cry twang;

With all, it is sweating in the midst of the Cold,

More worth to the honour than ransoms of Gold.

You see it is gilded with Claret and Sack,

A Food and fit cloathing for belly and back:

Then let my Nose challenge of all that be here,

To sit at this Table as chiefest in cheer.

_All Sing._

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