Our good friend the Doctor is off to his bed,
Not caring for supper and scared of bad ‘ead.
“Let him go, let him go: let’s give him his snooze,
“Stop wasting your time and get back to the booze.”
“Supper is over, let’s go find the Spaniard!”
“Right you are, but remember to bring a full tankard!”
“Up! Doctor, up! And let’s in, good friend!”
The Doctor’d not open, but the door did – in the end.
“One won’t hurt you! Here’s to you!” they cried.
“If ‘twere one only,” the poor Doctor replied.
And so from the one they all went to nine,
The Doctor’s poor brain started swimming in wine.
“Alas! Good my comrade – my will ye have shrunk,
“I went to bed sober – ye’ll see me up drunk!”
From the Apophthegmata
A Patient Memory
King Sigismund had the habit of taking the rings off his fingers and entrusting them to a courtier while he washed. One day as he sat down to table he forgot to ask the courtier to whom he had given them to hand them back, and the courtier forgot, too. A year later, when he was again taking off his rings before washing, the same courtier put his hand out to hold His Majesty's rings. But the King pulled his hand away, saying, "First return the ones I gave you to hold for me last year."