On Stut

The more Stut strives to speak, he stams the more;
But his cold tongue wel oyld, and hot with store
Of wine, he speaks not like an Oracle then,
But much, and loud, and plain as other men:
Such Eloquence hath pow'rful wine: but he
Drinks oft til he can neither speak nor see.
The Remedie here is worse then the disaese,
Better then none, a tongue imperfect is.