For “attendance” as much as a lawyer’s you pay,
And find even then there’s an extra for “Boots.”
Nor the porters in asking for liquids are mutes;
Where your “bottle of sherry” (Cape under disguise,)
Scarce equals the vinegar-cruet in size,
And analysation completely defies;
Where the sofas are soft as yourself if you dine
At eight shillings a head—perchance even nine,
With the heaviest price for the lightest of wine?—
’Tis the English Hotel: and ’tis twenty to one