Measuring that which they never mete.
Making good losses themselves should stand,
And rebuilding here and there a street,
Were the pretexts alleged by the worthy band.
Even the load that a donkey draws,
These fellows do tax, and tithe, and toll,
Twenty miles around London Town; by laws
Through Parliament slipped by sly King Coal.
Picking and filching, this cruel King
First on all coals that were sea-borne preyed;