Vulgar words in Ebrietatis Encomium - or, the Praise of Drunkenness (Page 1)
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Let not thy saintship think it meet We drink from well tho' ne'er so sweet, Liquor unworthy priest or parson, If so, your friers will hang an arse on, Who nothing mind, I need not tell ye, Most holy patron, but their belly.
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There are other authors, however, will have it, that he died of immoderate laughter, seeing an ass eat figs out of a dish, and upon which he commanded they should give him drink.
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No, indeed; but, perhaps, we are much more given to whoring than our forefathers."