Not that you drink wine from the vat,
You know a 'trick worth two of that,'
But that it makes you (yet no stealer)
A reputable private dealer.
Choosing small bottles,—no large lumber,
Your Master gets his proper number;
Whilst, mod'rate in your views of pelf,
You get six dozen for yourself,—
Nay, were your Master quite a miser,
Pray 'who's to be a bit the wiser?'