The Rent-bill, to some, maketh sorrow abound.
A Cab is a vehicle, greatly in use,
And a Cat is of value, where rats are profuse.
The Rye, when well ripened, is useful for food,
But Bill, for a nickname, I think is not good.
That Rain is a blessing, sure no one will doubt,
And a Sot’s to be pitied, whether in doors, or out.
The Rose is a flower admired by all,
And Cotton, I think, without commerce, would fall.
Have I found out the puzzle? Surely ’tis great vexation,