Have drunk all they earned, and gone down to the shades.

We’ve plenty of signs, both Horses and Bulls,

Of Lions and Dragons, to serve drunken Trulls;

We’ve signs too of Angels, of Warriors and Kings—

Yes, plenty of signs of good and bad things.

But what’s their design? Why Gin, Rum, and Wine,

Sold here to intoxicate puppies and swine.

We’ve White and Black Bulls and two Suns in one street,

One Swan and two Lions which never taste meat,

And here you see women with bottles and jugs,