Wrote o’er their doors, having affix’d their names,
We under-writ, remov’d are to the Thames.
There miles together for the common good
The Slippery Substance offers dainty food.
Here healing Port-wine, and there Rhenish flows,
Here Bohea Tea, and there Tobacco grows.
In one place you may meet good Cheshire cheese,
Another proffers, whitest Brentford peas:
Here is King George’s picture, there Queen Anne’s,
Now nut-brown ale in cups, and then in canns: