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THE TALE(第8页)

howgreatlabourandcostistheetofind!**suppl

thesecookeshowtheystamp,andstrain,andgrind,

ident,

tofulfillallthylikeroustalent

outofthehardebonesknockethey

themarrow,fortheycastenaughtaway

thatmaygothroughthegulletsoftandswoot**sweet

ofspiceryandleaves,ofbarkandroot,

shallbehissaucey-makedbydelight,

tomakehimhaveanewerappetite.

but,certes,hethathauntethsuchdelices

isdeadwhilethathelivethinthosevices.

alecherousthingiswine,anddrunkenness

isfullofstrivingandofwretchedness.

odrunkenman!disfgurdisthyface,

souristhybreath,foulartthoutoembrace:

andthroughthydrunkennosesowhthesoun,

asthoughthoussaidestaye,samsoun!samsoun!

andyet,godwot,samsondrankneverwine.

thoufallestasitwereastickedswine;

thytongueislost,andallthinehonestcure;**care

fordrunkennessisverysepulture**tomb

ofmanneswitandhisdiscretion.

inwhomthatdrinkhathdomination,

hecannocounselkeep,itisnodread.**doubt

nowkeepyoufromthewhiteandfromthered,

andnamely*fromthewhitewineoflepe,

*especially

thatistosellinfishstreet

andincheap.

thiswineofspainecreepethsubtilly—