Doctor Rat. A man were better twenty times be a bandog and bark,
Than here among such a sort be parish priest or clerk.
Where he shall never be at rest one pissing while[273] a day,
But he must trudge about the town this way, and [then] that way,
Here to a drab, there to a thief, his shoes to tear and rent,
And that which is worst of all, at every knave's commandment.
I had not sit the space to drink two pots of ale,
But Gammer Gurton's sorry boy was straightway at my tail;
And she was sick, and I must come, to do I wot not what:
If once her finger's-end but ache: trudge, call for Doctor Rat.