To fetch their wigs, and giggling stroke the tail,
Or dressy orange-wenches ply their fun
And offer their commodities to sale.
With these the Templar oft has stopped to chat,
And tipped them sixpence for each cake he broke;
How jocund did they give him tit for tat!
And bonnily return’d him joke for joke!
Let not droll Peter[7] look with eyes askew,
Nor envy them the profits of the hall;
Let him not think that with a spiteful view,