D Was a Drunkard and lov’d a full pot,
His face and his belly shew’d him a great sot.
E Was an Esquire, both lofty and proud,
His servant was softy though he was full loud.
F Was a Farmer and followed the plough,
And gathered good from the sweat of his brow.
G Was a Gamester, and oft would he play,
A poor single ace against a bold tray.
