Yon merry female who delights her master.
Journeying to town from Kent, I pass’d the Tower,
And, chance directed, came this day to write
An opera that’s wormwood to the Jews.[121]
From The Times, also quoted in The Spirit of the Public Journals for 1803.
Address,
To be spoken by the Author, dressed in the garb of a
Brewer’s Porter, armed with a Spigot, &c.
My name is Whitbread. Upon Hertford’s hills
My father kept his house; a brewer rich,