AHUM’ROUS fellow in a tavern late,
Being drunk and valiant, gets a broken pate -,
The surgeon with instruments and skill,
Searches his skull, deeper and deeper still.
To feel his brains, and try if they were sound;
And, as he keeps ado about the wound.
The fellow cries — “Good surgeon, spare your pains. When I began this brawl I had no brains.”
By: Actius Sannazarius
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