For scarce twenty Angels would pay for his Cure.
Written on the Wall at the George in Sandy-Lane, in the Bath Road, a Place famous for Puddings.
The Puddings are so good in Sandy-Lane,
That if I chance to go that Way again,
I’ll not be satisfy’d, unless I’ve twain,
The one stuck thick with Plumbs, the other plain.
At the Sun-Tavern at Billingsgate, written on the Wainscot.
Upon the Ground he spread his Cloak;
The Nymph she was not shy, Sir;
And there they fairly did the Joke,