All his Possessions gone, Reversions sold,
Now mean, as once Profuse, the stupid Sot
Sits by a Runner's Side, [118] and shules [119] a Pot.
"Some Sots ill-manner'd, drunk, a harmless Fight!
Rant noisy thro' the Galleries all Night;
For which, if Justice had been done of late,
The Pump [120] had been three pretty Masters Fate.
With Stomacks empty, and Heads full of Care
Some Wretches swill the Pump and walk the Bare; [121]
}Within whose ample Oval is a Court,