From what your Master seems to do,
You and the footmen take your cue;
At least your Lady'll teem with praise,
You've got such 'shrewd, discerning ways.'
Should any one desire small beer,
The end of dinner somewhat near,
Gather the droppings (exc'lent fun)
Of all the glasses into one.
This you may do and none perceive,
"The eye don't see, the heart won't grieve:"