Of all those rascal officers and spies, }
The Customs’ greedy tribe, the wolves of the Excise.” }
Tea, coffee, spirits, laces, silks, and spice, 110
And sundry drugs that bear a noble price,
Are bought for little, but, ere sold, the things
Are deeply charged for duty of the king’s.
Now, if the servants of this king would keep
At a kind distance, or would wink or sleep,
Just till the goods in safety were disposed,
Why then his labours would be quickly closed.