That some Folks read, but all Folks sh---t;
But now the Case is alter’d quite,
Since all who come to Boghouse write.
On the same Place.
Because they cannot eat, some Authors write;
And some, it seems, because they cannot sh--te.
On a Glass at the Devil Tavern, Temple-Bar.
The stubborn Glass no Character receives,
Except the Stamp the piercing Brilliant gives.
A female Heart thus no Impression takes,