Epigram 20: Partiallity

Strato the Gallant reeles alongst the streete,
His adle head's too heauy for his feete:
What though he sweare and swagger spurne and kick,
Yet men will say the Gentleman is sick?
And that twere good to learne where he doth dwell,
And helpe him home because he is not well.
Strait staggers by a Porter, or a Carman
As bumsie as a fox'd flapdragon German:
And though the Gentlemans disease and theirs,
Are parted onely with a paire of sheares:
Yet they are drunken knaues and must to'th stocks,
And there endure a world of flouts and mocks.
Thus when braue Strato's wits with wine are shrunk,
The same disease wil make a begger drunk.