And Shrewsbury-Cakes, with Wardens bak'd,
I scorn to tell you Lies:
With Laces long and Ribbons broad,
The best that e'er you see;
If you do lack an Almanack,
Come buy it now of me.
The Tinker's come to stop your holes,
And Sauder all your Cracks;
What e'er you think here's dainty Ink,
And choice of Sealing-Wax: