Citation - New Hampshire Gazette-Portsmouth: 1772.03.27

NHG-P.772.024
27 Mar 1772:41 (805)
HULL ALE, A POEM.
By W. Taylor.
Long times did a silly old proverb prevail, 
That meat, drink, and cloth, ere all found in good ale,
Till a lover of truth went on purpose to Hull,
And to try an experiment drank his skil full;
He began to see visions, his head it turn'd round,
Till off from his kessal he fell on the ground,
There in trances profound our philosopher mellow,
Lay all night in the snow consulting his pillow;
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