The wages you have earn'd, he frowns, and cries,
"Bring me the pot, you varlet;" then bawls out,
"The lentils wanted vinegar;"—again
Demand your money, "Wretch," he loudly cries,
"Be silent, or I'll make you an example
For future cooks to mend their manners by."
More I could tell, but I have said enough.
B. You need not fear the service I require,
'Tis for a set of free and easy girls,
Who live hard by, and wish to celebrate