Of things that are out of their reach;
So long as a Groat remains in the Coat,
They over good Liquor will preach.
In Shoo Makers Row there's true hearts you know,
But give them their Measure and weight,
They'l scorn for to stir but stick like a Bur,
And Tope it from Morning till Night.
Then there's honest Smug yt with a full jug
Will set all his Brains in a float;
But you are such Sots as to fill him small Pots,