Tobacco fumes away all nastie rheumes, But health away it never lightly frets, And nappy Ale makes mirth (as April raine doth Earth) Like the pleasant spring, where ere it soaking wets. But in that spring of mirth such madnes hye doth growe, As fills a foole by birth with crochets, with Ale and Tobacco. One cleares the braine, the other glads the heart, Which they retaine, by nature and by art: The first by nature cleares, by Arte makes giddy will, The last by nature cheares, by Art makes heady still. So we, whose Braynes els lowe swell hye with crotchet rules, Feed on these two, as fat as headdy giddy fooles.