Now was not this a knave ingrain,
to use his Neighbours so,
When knaves are scarce, hee'l go for twain,
good People, what think you.
The Tapster he came in at last,
and gave the People vomits,
I hope, (quoth he,) the worst is past,
I have eased your foule Stomacks;
Wea-hea cry'd the Tapster then,
how doe you like my sport,