By chance or curiosity:
She glanc'd at all was onward going,
And what Ezekiel was bestowing;
When, as she cast her leering eye,
Thus thought her rising jealousy.
"If, Sir, you give Miss Moll the glass,
I'll try to make a bottle pass;"
Then push'd her stout arm by the door,
The sideboard's juices to explore.
If 'twas by chance the action came,