text:  "Now stop your noses readers all and some } For here's a tun of midnight-work to come } Og from a treason-tavern rowling home } Round as a globe and liquor'd every chink Goodly and great he sails behind his link; With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og For every inch that is not fool is rogue: A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter When wine has given him courage to blaspheme He curses God but God before curst him; And if man could have reason none has more That made his paunch so rich and him so poor