How does my sexton?—What! the times are hard;
Drive that stout pig, and pen him in thy yard.'
But most, his rev'rence loved a mirthful jest:—
'Thy coat is thin; why, man, thou'rt barely dress'd;
It's worn to th' thread; but I have nappy beer;
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Clap that within, and see how they will wear!'
"Gay days were these; but they were quickly past:
When first he came, we found he cou'dn't last:
A whoreson cough (and at the fall of leaf)