Mem. To try it soon on our small beer—
’Twill save us sev’ral pounds a year.
Mem. To remember to forget to ask
Old Whitbread to my house one day.
To Whitbread now deigned Majesty to say,
“Whitbread, are all your horses fond of hay?”
“Yes, please your Majesty”—in humble notes,
The Brewer answer’d—“also, Sir, of oats;
Another thing my horses too maintains,