Their works

Of various Ills our Prince complains,

Rheumatic Aches, & Gouty Pains;

Sir Richard cries I can but think

These Evils all proceed from Drink;

My Royal Patient change your Course,

Of all these Symptoms Wine's the Source;

The Fountain whence these Sorrows spring,

It is indeed—the Wine's the Thing.

If says the Prince you thus explain

My Case—the Remedy is plain:

'Tis a hot Summer,—l'll e'en try

To drink this fatal Fountain dry.