But Dover shock’d at morn my sight
With such a bill for that brief night,
Such whacking sums for wax to light
The darkness of its hostelry!
My tea and crumpets’ cost array’d,
That a rogue drew the bill betray’d,
And furious overcharges made,
The whole a dreadful robbery.
Then shrank my purse, to plunder given:
Then wagg’d my tongue, to scolding driven;