A sup’s to be got,—if they could but tell how;
If they call’d at the Bull and the Tyger, to ravage,
As well as the Black Boy, they’d find ’em quite savage.
At the Ark, and the Anchor, Pack Horse, and Blue Posts,
And the Newmarket Inn, they would find but rough hosts;
The Old Star and Garter, Cock, Anchor, and more,
Would prove like the Grapes, all most cursedly sour.
The Lion and Lamb, Plough, and Old Robin Hood,
With the Crane House, would check these delighters in blood;
From the Butcher’s Arms quick they’d be running away,