Great(i) 29 Who hath wo? Who hath sorow? Who hath strife? Who hath brauling? & who hath woundes without cause Or who hath reed eyes? 30 Euen they that be euer at the wyne, & seke excesse. 31 Loke not thou vpon the wyne, how redd it is, & what a colour it geueth in the glasse. 32 It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth lyke a serpent, & styngeth as an Adder. 33 So shall thine eyes loke vnto straunge wemen, & thyne herte shall muse vpon frowarde thynges. 34 Yee, thou shalt be as though thou layest in the myddest of the see, or sleptest vpon the toppe of the mast of a shippe. 35 They wouded me (shalt thou saye) but it hath not hurte me: they haue all to broken me, but I felt it not. Whan I am well wakened, I will go to the drincke againe.