As would have hurl'd him twice his Length,
And dash'd his Brains (if any) out:
But Mars that still protects the stout,
In Pudding-Time came to his Aid.
Well done Tom; and George was a clever Fellow too. C. H. 1714.
Sent to the Compiler from a Drinking-Glass at Pontack's-Head Tavern in Fleet-Street.
Might all my Wishes but propitious prove,
And all my Wants supply'd by mighty Jove;
Give me dear W———rs, and I'll ask no more,
But think her dearer than the golden Shower.