To supper the quizzes sat down,
The parson eat rabbits, sans legs,
The poet mus’d over bread brown,
The Jew bolted bacon and eggs;
Hot and new from the tub came their ale,
As to spirits they’d none but their own,
Yet each man told his mirth-moving tale,
And the parson’s wife sung Bobbing Joan.
A cradle constructed of wood,
Was prepar’d for the poet to rest,