I’m the fat Single Gentleman, six months ago?
“Look’e, landlord, I think,” argued Will, with a grin,
“That with honest intentions you first took me in:
But from the first night—and to say it I’m bold—
I have been so damn’d hot, that I’m sure I caught cold.”
Quoth the landlord—“till now, I ne’er had a dispute;
I’ve let lodgings ten years;—I’m a Baker, to boot;
In airing your sheets, Sir, my wife is no sloven;
And your bed is immediately over my Oven.”
“The Oven!!!” says Will;—says the host, “why this passion?