Be sure the short Pot must fall to our lot,
For now they are all in request.
Scarce one house in twenty, where measure is plenty,
But still they are all for the Pinch;
Thus, every day they drive Custom away,
And force us good-Fellows to flinch,
Sometimes a Man may leave something to pay,
Though seldom he did it before;
With Marlborough Cholke you his patience provoke,
Whenever he clears off his score.