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 ( 16 ) His ſtomch turn'd, he could not eat, So made an ungenteel retreat: Next day left Glo'fter in great wrath, And bid his coachman drive to Bath. There he ſuſpected freſh abuſe. Becauſe the dinner was roest goose; And that he might no more he jeer'd, Next day to Exeter he ſteer'd; There with ſome bucks he drank about, Until he fear'd they'd found him out; His glaſs not fill'd as was the rule. They laid 'twas not a thimble full: The name of thimble was enough, He then to Plymouth to a trip, And put up at the royal ſhip, Which then was kept by Caleb Snip. The hoſt by name was often call'd, At which his gueſt was ſo much gall'd, That ſoon to Cambridge he remov'd, There too he unſuccesful prov'd: For tho'he fill'd his glaſs or cup, He did not always drink it up. The ſcholars cark'd how he behav'd, And ſaid a remnant ſhould be fuv'd. The name of remnant gall'd him ſo. That he reſolv'd to York to go: There film has bumper to the top, And alway fairly drank it up : " Well done ſays Jack a buck of York), " You go thro' ſtico sir, with your work. The name of ſiltch was ſuch reproach, He rang the ball and call'd his coach. But 'ere he went, enquiries made. By what means they knew his trade: " Yea put the cap on and it fits"