Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1618 [Jan 6] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 213 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Room, room, make room for the bouncing belly, First father of sauce, and deviser of jelly; Prime master of Arts, and the giver of wit, That found out the excellent Engine, the spit; The plough, and the flail, the mill, and the hopper, The hutch, and the boulter, the furnace and copper, The oven, the baven, the malkin, the peel, The hearth, and the range, the dog, and the wheel, He, he first invented the hogshead and tun, The gimlet and vice too, and taught 'em to run, And since with the funnel, and Hippocras bag, H'as made of himself, that now he cries swag; Which shows though the pleasure be but of four inches, Yet he is a Weasel, the gullet that pinches Of any delight, and not spares from this back, What ever to make of the belly a sack! Hail, hail plump paunch, o the founder of taste, For fresh-meats, or powldered, or pickle, or paste, Devourer of broiled, backed, roasted, or sod; And emptier of cups, be they even or odd; All which have now made thee so wide i'the waste, As scarce with no pudding thou art to be laced, But eating and drinking until thou dost nod, Thou break'st all thy girdles, and breakest forth a god.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
ROome, roome, make roome for the bouncing bellie, Firſt father of ſauce, and deviſer of jellie; Prime maſter of Arts, and the giver of wit, That found out the excellent Engine, the ſpit; The plough, and the flaile, the mill, and the hopper, The hutch, and the boulter, the furnace and copper, The oven, the baven, the mawkin, the peele, The harth, and the range, the dogge, and the wheele, He, he firſt invented the hogſhead and tun, The gimlet and vice too, and taught 'em to run, And ſince with the funnell, and Hippocras bag, H'as made of himſelfe, that now he cries ſwag; Which ſhowes though the pleaſure be but of foure inches, Yet he is a Weeſell, the gullet that pinches Of any delight, and not ſpares from this backe, What ever to make of the bellie a ſacke! Haile, haile plump paunch, ô the founder of taſte, For freſh-meats, or powlder'd, or pickle, or paſte, Devourer of broyl'd, back'd, roaſted, or ſod; And emptier of cups, be they even or odd; All which have now made thee ſo wide i'the waſte, As ſcarce with no pudding thou art to be lac'd, But eating and drinking untill thou doſt nod, Thou break'ſt all thy girdles, and breakſt forth a god.