On Philip Soupe and Jone his wife

Lo I the tragick story sing o'th' life
And death of Philip Soupe and Ione his wife;
A friendly pair of Turtles that did love
Good fellowship and lusty ale above
All earthly good: for why? they oft wu'd say
'Tis high and mighty Ale doth griefs allay,
And when 'tis nappy and spirituall,
Ale is both meat and drink, and cloath, and all,
For all's included in this sentence Ale:
Lets drink it then they cryd, or new or stale.
It hap't these two once wanting companie
Which made them sad, and sadness made them drie,
Set foot to foot, and tryd the masterie,
Each lookt to th' to'ther too with narrow eie,
Phil drunk to Iug, and Iug cryd Phil again
Til none could stand or speak one sentence plain,
Fild up toth' throat when both could drink no more
And th' rest o'th' drink left running 'bout the floor,
'Cause neither could the spicket wield aright,
Resolving as 'twas time to sleep that night,
They shok their cloaths off both at last, and so
Stumbled into their beds with much ado:
But oh the sad disasters that befel them:
At this encounter! You anon shal smel them:
For when Iug rows'd to buss her Philip, she
Her stomack being o'r-charg'd did rain a sea
Of pow'rful Ale in poor Phil's face and breast,
Whose gaping mouth, and stomack thus opprest
With the receipt of his wives spew'd-up liquor
Grew sick, no vomit could have made him sicker,
He turn'd and groan'd as if he were to die,
Then straightwaies fac't about, and furiously
Reverst, he charg'd her body with his rear
On her right flanck all-to-bedighting her,
Then he drew up and spew'd, then charg'd agen
Til he had routed all her bodie, then
After a Parley sounded, Iug did say
Thou'rt pestlence hot, draw off now, Philip, pray;
The place soon grew too hot indeed for them,
For the foul Stygian lake did never steam
With such gross vapours as did thence arise,
Ready to choak them both in woful wise.
At last Phil reacht for th' Iordan where he might
Convert his Ale to Lees, but missing it
He fel a ground: the like did Iug bety'd
Who reaching for the drink o'th' other side
Fel down with th' chamberpot upon her head,
Beside themselves, and both beside the bed;
Nak'd and asleep i'th' morning both were found
In pickle prostrate on the spawled ground:
Sad chance! this loving couple never were
Known until now to Fal out any where:
Oh curfed Ale could thus part man and wife!
'Twas in their cups, let that excuse the strife.