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 18                  He then to Plymouth took 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 unsuccessful prov’d: For though he fill’d his glass or cup, He did not always drink it up, The scholars mark’d how he behav’d, And said a Remnant should be sav’d. The name of remnant gall’d him so. That he resolv’d to York to go: There fill’d his bumper to the top, And always fairly drank it up; Well done, says Jack, a buck of York, You go through Stitch, Sir, with your work. The name of stitch was such reproach, He rang the bell and call’d his coach. But e’er he went inquiries made, By what means they found out his trade: You put the cap on and it fits, Replied one of the Yorkshire wits. Our words in common acceptation, Could not find out your occupation; Twas you yourself gave us the cue To find out both yourself and you. Vain coxcombs and fantastic beaux, In every place themselves expose; They travel far at vast expence, To show their wit and want of sense: But take this as a standing rule, "There’s no disguise can screen a fool."