In a Window of the Rene-Deer-Inn at Bishop’s-Strafford.
He that loves a Glass without a G,
Leave out L, and that is he.
Wrote with a Pencil on a Pannel in one of the Courts of Justice in Guild-Hall.
To go to Law
I have no Maw,
Altho’ my Suit be sure,
For I may lack
Cloaths to my Back,
E’er I that Suit procure.