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Sunbright ale is royal food,Jarring cups disloyal feud. I will cheer my soaking mood Till the orchards reel.

Brews good ale is no dispraiseTo our green or grizzled days; He who sets his cheek in wine Vassals not despair.

He who sets his lips in aleKeeps his legs where many fail, Takes his fortunes at their best Foul or fickle-fair.

Merry sets his mellow life,Who, when rusty shocks are rife, Whistles off his weary load Wearing to each year.

Sours he not with friendship's treason,Or some sweet love strange in season, Ripe in manhood, ripe in heart, Whole and sound and clear.

© Warren John Byrne Leicester