Falstaff
My tongue is loosened by champagne but I speak as I do everything
for all the world to know
That I am old more the pity and my white hairs do witness it
if good food wine and beer be a fault then god help the wicked
You call me a fool and a sinner maybe but we are not finished yet
but so are you everything that I am
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