They suck’d up the cordial with truest delight:
Giles Jollup the Grave was just five feet in height,
And four feet the Brown Sally Green.
“And as,” said Giles Jollup, “to-morrow I go
“To physic a feverish land,
“At some sixpenny-hop, or perhaps the mayor’s show,
“You’ll tumble in love with some smart city beau,
“And with him share your shop in the Strand.”
“Lord, how can you think so?” Brown Sally Green said,
“You must know mighty little of me,