A tricke for your Learning

Two Schollers in Thames-streete were drinking hard,
And late; to whom a Constable repair'd,
And tax't them for't: Invited yet to drinke,
He turn'd up Glasses, till both nod and winke
At greatest faults he would; when sleepe at last
Did bridle up his brutish senses fast.
Meane while the waggish Mercuries conspire
T'abuse himand two Water-men they hire
To take him napping, and transport him thence
Th'way of all Fish: who ne're recover'd sense,
Nor from his dead sleepe found himselfe alive,
Till both his Charons at Gravesend arrive.
To all harsh Magistrates a warning faire,
That they of too much Wine and Wit beware.