Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell How, when, and where the monster fell; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting of the boar; While round the merry wassel bowl, Garnish'd with ribbons, blithe did trowl.

The King doth wake to night, and takes his rouse, Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles, [Sidenote: wassell | up-spring]

4, and governed by reels'keeps wassels, and reels the swaggering upspring'a dance that needed all the steadiness as well as agility available, if, as I suspect, it was that in which each gentleman lifted the lady high, and kissed her before setting her down?

He is a most excellent Turner, and will turne you wassel-bowles, and posset Cuppes caru'd with libberds faces, and Lyons heads with spouts in their mouths, to let out the posset Ale, most artificially.

Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul, The bright recollections of chivalry past; Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice, No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice.

The chorus of a wassel song, which some reveller was trolling over in his sleep; or, in its turn, the growling of some village cur, seemed the signal for an hundred ruffians to start up around him.

Will I with wine and wassel so convince.

No, by no means, That goes no further than the street, there leaves us, Now we must think of something that must draw us Into the bowels of it, into th' buttery, Into the Kitchin, into the Cellar, something That that old drunken Burgo-master loves, What think ye of a wassel?

It is to little purpose, not a swain This night hath known his lodging here, or lain Within these cotes: the woods, or some near town, That is a neighbour to the bordering Down, Hath drawn them thither, 'bout some lustie sport, Or spiced Wassel-Boul, to which resort All the young men and maids of many a cote, Whilst the trim Minstrel strikes his merry note.