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 A Description of the ^Manners and Customs of 
 the most Eminent PublicJc Houses , in and about the 
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 A Hint on the Props (or Principal Customers) 
 of each House. 
 
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 THE DEDICATION. 
 
 rpO you, Eight Worshipful the Brewers ! 
 
 This Pamphlet that of Course is yours, 
 Because it treats of Sucking Paces, 
 
 Applies for Favours and for Graces, 
 
 In every One’s respective Station, 
 
 By way of formal Dedication : 
 
 Hoping, at least, you’ll shew your Breeding, 
 
 In giving it a transient Eeading : 
 
 And will allow some Minutes Leisure, 
 
 From Cash-Book, that makes known your Treasure, 
 To look on BOOK, which ’thout Offence, 
 
 Tells you by whom you get the Pence ; 
 
 To whom you are yourselves beholding, 
 
 Their Customs and their Trade unfolding ; 
 
 Which from the MASH-TUB and the YAT, 
 
 Mount you up to the Lord knows what, 
 
 Make you to Coach yourselves and Spouses, 
 
 And build up Palaces for Houses. 
 
 What if’t some Chaps of yours affront ? 
 
 Must you straight cry out, Fye upon’t ? 
 
 Sure 
 
Tiie Dedication. 
 
 Sure men of Buno-IIoles and of Grains, 
 
 Can’t be bo destitute of Brains, 
 
 As not to know from whence arise, 
 
 The Golden Heaps that glut their Eyes, 
 
 Especially since not a Line, 
 
 Prevents their gulling Pools of Coyn, 
 
 But adds to what they’ve got before, 
 
 Pointing out Places o’er and o’er, 
 
 Where the best LIQUOR’S to be had, 
 
 Without one word of Drink that’s bad. 
 
 Then Doughty Sons of Hops and Malt, 
 
 Say not our Author is in Pault, 
 
 Or for discovering foolish Pranks, 
 
 Deserving any Thing but Thanks ; 
 
 Not that he fears what shall ensue, 
 
 Por as some Bake so some may Brew ; 
 
 Or dreads the least impending Danger, 
 
 Prom the Caprice of Priend or Stranger ; 
 
 Since he declares, the word’s War Hawk ! 
 
 Shou’d White Apron, Blue Apron baulk. 
 
 And make One’s Drink disgrace the other’s Chalk. 
 
 It is decreed — Nor shall your Pate, 
 
 (If you of Malt and Hops abate, 
 
 If One of you be found so hardy, 
 
 As to be caught in Duty tardy) 
 
 Be otherwise than that which Rome 
 Assign’d to be a Murd’rer’s Doom : 
 
 Por, take him rightly, too much Water 
 Is full as Criminal a Matter, 
 
 As any Thing that calls for Satyr. 
 
 And he that could good GUZZLE praise, 
 
 Can, when ’tis bad, Invectives raise 
 And, for Redress, find Means and Ways ; 
 
 Since, ’tis most evidently sure. 
 
 He’ll quit th’ Ale-Draper for the Brewer ; 
 
 Turn Justice to its proper Course, 
 
 And place the Saddle on the Right Horse. 
 
 These are the Schemes he has in View, 
 
 So Gentry of the DRAY, 
 
 ADIEU. 
 
( 5 ) 
 
 A SOT Rampant . 
 
 rPHIS shews a Sot with Herald’s Laws conforming*, 
 Ev’n whilst ag*ainst all other Laws he’s storming*. 
 See how like Lyon (Tho’ ’tis held confess’d 
 The Lyon is, by far, the nobler Beast) 
 
 Rampant he leaps aloft, and bounds amain, 
 
 Nor can his Fury in his Cups restrain, 
 
 As he with Pipe in Hand and Brim full Gag*e, 
 
 Biots in Belch , Huzzaing* in his Bag*e \ 
 
 A fit Example for a Yicious Ag*e. 
 
 See ! how beneath his Feet, when mounted hig*h, 
 
 His Hat and Utensil of Smoaking* lie ; 
 
 Without one Chair to sit upon, when tyr’d 
 Of being* so inhumanly inspir’d ; 
 
 Since nothing* like a Man would tope alone, 
 
 And g*ive Offence t’ Observers, more than one. 
 
 See likewise, how that, maugre all his Freaks, 
 
 His Capers, and his Bacchanalian Tricks, 
 
 How he sticks close as can be to the Table, 
 
 To part with what’s his Ruine most unable ; 
 
 From whence this sure Instruction may arise, 
 
 Macl Folks make sober Men, and Fools make Wise . 
 
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( C ) 
 
 A SOT Couchant. 
 
 'I ’HIS Figure, not improperly displays, 
 
 Wliat may our just Abhorrence likewise raise. 
 Ebriety is here at full Length seen, 
 
 And different is the Posture and the Mien. 
 
 This Fellow puts us on another View, 
 
 Reaching for Drink, he reaches but to spew. 
 
 The Full-pot stubborn, uncomplying stands 
 And while the Glass tips over, hies his Hands. 
 
 Fain would the Wretch with Wig to Chair affix’d, 
 And Tube on Ground with Dust and Spittle mix’d, 
 Prostrate upon his Face on Table lie, ] 
 
 Downward he casts a glimmering sickning Eye, 
 
 That redning shuns the Light and flies the Sky. \ 
 But oh ! nor Indolence, for which he calls, 
 
 Nor Sleep upon his restless Eye-lids falls. 
 
 Guilt and more Drink still hold the Sot awake, 
 
 He gapes, and thirsts for Thirstiness’s sake. 
 
 Drowsie, he thinks the Room around to swim, 
 
 When ’tis himself that’s in his wonted Trim, 
 
 And Motion circulates alone in him. 
 
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( 7 ) 
 
 A SOT Dormant. 
 
 T3UT, tho’ the Two-leg’d Brute, we last observed 
 Senseless, most sensibly in Sculpture carv’d, 
 Tho ’ Morpheus on his Eyes no Plumbets laid. 
 
 Here sleeps a Sot most finely brought to Bed, 
 
 On Chair reclining a most thoughtless Head. 
 Devoy’d of all the ruffling Cares of Life, 
 
 His naked Children and his starving Wife, 
 
 He snores and dreams of Riches not his own, 
 
 And Treasure from his Habitation flown, 
 
 E’er since his Family remain’d unfed, 
 
 And his own Lust of Drink deny’d them Bread : 
 But yet alas ! when the awak’ning Morn 
 Shall all his former Images return, 
 
 When Truth shall stare the Drunkard in the Face, 
 And represent his sad and dismal Case, 
 
 Then, then hell see, altho’ perhaps too late, 
 
 The Ruine that attends his hapless State, 
 
 And find, to his irremediable Pain, 
 
 H’ has Drank to Sleep, and Slept to Drmk again. 
 
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( 8 ) 
 
 A SOT Saliant. 
 
 HEN Heels are heavy, and when Head is light, 
 And Understanding bids the Wretch Good- 
 
 [ nighty 
 
 To make a Leap, cannot be very right. 
 
 But yet there’s some Excuse for this same Sot, 
 
 Who turns his Back upon the Pipe and Pot ; 
 
 Both empty, then sufficient Grounds enough, 
 
 For his Endeavours to be marching’ off, 
 
 By groping* out his W ay to find the Door 
 
 And shun the Dreadful Chalk, that marks the dreadful 
 
 [score. 
 
 Would he take time to think, h’d soon remark 
 The Leap he strives to take, is in the Dark, 
 
 And that this heedless Drunkard, to his Cost, 
 
 When all his Faculties of Soul are lost, 
 
 Will find, amidst his most insatiate Draughts, 
 
 111 Acts Forerunners of ill boding* Thoughts \ 
 
 Which must, in spight of all his tippling* Haste 
 To gratifie an undig*esting* Taste, 
 
 Fulfil the Proverb, and its Truth secure, 
 
 That says, Sweet Meats will have a Sauce that's Sow' r, 
 Since he that drinks for Wealth must certainly be 
 
 [poor. 
 
Thirst let’s with Justice in the Mint begin, 
 
 A SIGN that seems an Enmity with Sin ; 
 Yet, as without ’tis blind, it winks at Crimes within. 
 Here sulking Debtors, who the Laws evade 
 Are J udg’es in the Laws Defiance made, 
 
 And make a J est of what has been their Dread. 
 Here suppliant Bailiff, with uplifted Hands, 
 
 At their unmerciful Tribunal stands ; 
 
 Certain that no Excuses they’ll admit 
 If in his Pocket there be found a Writ ; 
 
 That plunges him in Ditch o’er Head and Ears, 
 Whose’er Authority or Stamp it bears ; 
 
 But still, however Heathenish is the Club, 
 
 The Landlord’s said to sell good Christian Bub $ 
 And, as the Lawrell’d Satyrist relates, 
 
 The Bankrupts have their J ests, he fheir Estates. 
 
 Otlier Houses of Note. 
 
 Old Winter, at the Stones-end, sells excellent Bub, and has a 
 Parrot that swears as fast as a Dragoon. 
 
 Nag’s Head near St. George’s Church ; Who is always pos- 
 
 sess’d of as many Buts of humming Bibble, as there are Days in 
 tllG Yg&F 
 
 Three Goats Heads A Bit of Old Hat. 
 
 Coach and Horses, St. Margaret s-hill. 
 
 Magpye and Bear, both at the Bridge-foot, good Beer. 
 
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( 10 ) 
 
 T^Rom hence, (since Justice is to Justice done, 
 Here out of Date with every Mother’s Son,) 
 
 If you’d encourage such familiar Scabs, 
 
 As sell rum Bouze to those that wear queer Nabs, 
 That strip’d of all, by Spickets and by Taps, 
 
 Lie swilling from the reach of dreadful Snaps : 
 
 G — — ge Gil n at the Harrow and the Lamb , 
 
 Stands ready to accost you for a Dram ; 
 
 Or else, if Money cannot rise so high, 
 
 And nought but Copper Johns in Pocket lye, 
 
 To squeeze you of a Tankard, for lie’s dry. 
 
 Manners and he have long at Variance been, 
 
 No Footsteps of his H sty are seen ; 
 
 For tho’ he draws, and serves his Drink in Plate, 
 And makes his Quarts and Pints to circulate. 
 
 Tho’ the rich Oar runs shining thro’ his House, 
 
 All his Debts paid, the Br — te’s not worth a Louse ; 
 But, catch ’d without the Confines of the Place, 
 Would soon be forc’d to strip, and soon uncase. 
 
 For howsoe’er his Nanney looks on high, 
 
 And he, you Thief to This and That does cry, 
 
 His Tankards then for other Ends would fly \ 
 
 Since in a Moment ’twould be made appear, 
 
 He liv’d within , but not Upon the Square . 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Bird Cage on the Bridge. Bed Cross 
 opposite St. Magnus Church ; 3 Tons Thames-street 
 
( 11 ) 
 
 UBE as a Gun , Will J 1 is an Host, 
 
 That of his Customers will make the most; 
 
 Will, (for his Female Chaps Hoop-Petticoated) 
 
 Be, (tho’ ’twere not on Record) bravely noted. 
 
 This Man of Men is Mettle to the Back, 
 
 Knows how to carry Gold a-Pick-a-Pack, 
 
 And has of sudden Schemes a Wondrous Knack. 
 Witness the Duke d'Aumont , who bought the Rabbit, 
 And from whom he escap’d in Gard’ners Habit. 
 Witness his dextrous Skill in Running Goods, 
 
 His Brandies, Pictures and his Lute-string Hoods : 
 All these, and more he is most throughly vers’d in, 
 But ne’er detected, not one Doit amers’d in. 
 
 Much Good, say I (tho’ with that Trade clandestine, 
 Experience tells us that there is no Jesting) 
 
 May these his clancular Projections do him, 
 
 While none can say that black's his Eyebrow to him. 
 Since all Men, ’till they’re caught, are just accounted, 
 And who ne’er saw him hors'd , ne’er saw him mounted. 
 Since not one Drop of Liquor he retails, 
 
 Of pleasing*, in his courteous Dwelling’, fails, 
 
 And all his Beers are prais’d, and all his Ales. 
 
 But above all, were it suppos’d the Man 
 Could not obtain Respect, the Women can. 
 
 Since ev’ry Strum that his Abode has try’d, 
 
 And shewn the Cooper's Arms extended wide 
 Has, though upon her Back , Applauses on her Side . 
 
( 12 ) 
 
 HPlS also fit our Traveller should call 
 
 At the Bull-Head, in Street call'd Leadenhall ; 
 Whose Landlord, with a Boatswain' s Voice that's 
 
 [hoarse, 
 
 (Say what he will; he has had that Post of course) 
 Bawls for his Vassals this and that to Draw, 
 
 And keeps them; hurried off their Legs in Awe. 
 
 As Man by Name; so he'll by Nature be, 
 
 And bounce and uff by Land, as well as Sea . 
 
 Here every Liquor is serv'd up in State, 
 
 And every poor Mechanick drinks in Plate ; 
 
 Looks formidably great, no Monarch higher, 
 
 Than him when blust'ring o'er Tom Man's ENTIRE, 
 
 F or so the Belch is call'd that sets his Face on Fire ; 
 But above all the Customers, there's none 
 Like Hall can Battle , or like Hall can Pun . 
 
 A Barber, and tenacious Prate a-pacer, 
 
 With Wit not half so sharp as is his Razor; 
 Nicknam'd Born-drunk, he's still devoid of Senses, 
 Yet still to Latin making strange Pretences, 
 
 As with his Host he ever makes a stir, 
 
 And cry's to him liic vivit Thomas Vir . 
 
 That is, as sure as there is Cup or Can, 
 
 This House is kept by boatswain Thomas Man . 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Magpye, Fenchurch Street; 
 White-hart, and White-lyon, Grace-church Street, 
 the latter the Receptacle of Porters and Carousing 
 Carmen, — thanks to the demolish'd Boot ! George, 
 St. Mary- Axe, Magnanimous Beer. 
 
( 13 ) 
 
 r Ohn H — — l must now, to Saddle the right Horse, 
 ^ Be visited by Customers of Course, 
 
 For his Old Gold , New Gold , his Ale and Sack , 
 
 And all the Liquors Nick-nam’d in his Pack. 
 
 See , see Seignior's our Landlord’s common Word, 
 
 A Full-pot Boy, a Second, and a Third ; 
 
 How the Drink sparkles and resembles VVine ! \ 
 
 And how the juice of Malt, out-does the Vine ! ( 
 
 So flavour’d, and so racy, and so fine ! ) 
 
 Thus from a Sadler in his last Decays, 
 
 He from the Tap vast Stores of Wealth does raise, 
 
 To make his Daughter, which she can’t fall short in, 
 What she deserves, a reputable Fortune ; 
 
 Since she will in a well conducted Life, 
 
 As she’s a blameless Virgin, prove a blameless Wife. 
 Here Circum and Uncircumcis’d frequent, 
 
 And Jews with Christians give full Hogsheads vent : 
 Here in Green Arbors, hospitably gay, r '\ % 
 
 They spend the vacant Portions of the Day, \ v > 
 And for inviting Drink most reasonably pay. * 
 
 As from his House no Customers depart, 
 
 But owns the Master’s Usag'e glads their Heart : 
 Contents them in such manner Night and Morn, 
 
 As proves they leave him only to return : 
 
 Only to come again the Day ensuing, 
 
 And Speak his Skill in Drawing, Tate’s in Brewing. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Queen’s Head, Lime-street. ; 
 Fleece, Leadenhall-Market — Dr. Butler’s Ale. — A 
 Tenement to Let. Green Dragon, ditto, surrounded 
 with Butter and Eggs. 
 
( 14 ) 
 
 White- 
 
 Chapel. 
 
 HPHE Magpye now, that Party-colour’d Gipsie, 
 
 "*■ Calls on its Guests to enter and be Tipsie, 
 
 Not only to regale their Taste but Sight, 
 
 And gives to every Sense an Appetite \ 
 
 There doubt not meeting what you’ll surely find, 
 
 An Entertainment suited to your Mind, 
 
 Whether the Landlord’s Countenance bespeaks 
 Your Praise, or what he sells your Approbation takes. 
 Not so the Bird whilome near Newgate sung, 1 
 
 In such a decent Vehicle was hung, > 
 
 Or pendent in the Air was toss’d about and swung', ) 
 Not so the Gossip of a Pratler stood, 
 
 This painted upon Copper , that on Wood. 
 
 Outward of this fam’d House a Prospect’s seen, ^ 
 That recommends the Liquor sold within, 
 
 And leads you to their Taste thro’ Vistoes ever green. / 
 Malice itself, howe’er it backward seem, 
 
 In speaking well of what demands Esteem, 
 
 Must hold no Tenement like this is found, 
 
 Or for good Usage or good Drink renown’d; 
 
 Though it in search of both should Vagrant rove, 
 And through the City and the Suburbs move \ 
 Because both equally good -liking claim, 
 
 And neither of the two are liable to blame. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. The George, and the Blue- 
 boar, Bosemary-lane, the Bear near the Minories, the 
 Red Gate, the Scive, Hanover-Head, Three Kings, 
 Queen Mary’s-head, and the St — ard, all in the 
 Minories. At the last, Fly your Kite. 
 
( 15 ) 
 
 Oollison’s Punch-House, St. Katherine’s. 
 
 B UT lo ! exclusive of the Sons of Malt, 
 
 There stands another House without a Fault : 
 Whose healing Juices, and whose grateful Bowls, 
 Glisten within your eyes and sparkle in your Souls. 
 
 Here Collison defeats his Step-dame’s Wrongs, 
 
 And deals out Punch to Customers in Throngs^] 
 
 With Looks well-pleasing and Behaviour fair, J 
 Not stiffned with his Quaking Fat — r’s Air ; 
 
 Whose prim Compliance with a selfish Br — de, 
 
 All Bights of Hospitality deny’d, 
 
 Ev’n to a Son of an Unspotted Fame 
 Blam’d only for his not deserving Blame, 
 
 May’ st Thou, much injur’d Youth ! that Bage defie 
 That looks on thy Success with envious Eye, 
 
 And cannot bear detested Truth so nigh. 
 
 May’st Thou, so prays the Muse that still must take 
 Part with the Yertuous, for Yertue’s sake, 
 
 Go on, to make her Guiltiness appear, 
 
 And prove what she has been, by what you are : 
 
 As on your just Attempts to Thrive, you find 
 Fortune to all your honest Labours kind. 
 
 And tho’ turn’d out of Doors long since, to starve, 
 
 Enjoy that Happiness which you deserve, 
 
 In a quick Draught of Cordials, neat and clean, 
 
 While every Dram sh — draws with Saint-like Mien, 
 Looks outwardly as foul, as is h — r Soul within. 
 
( 1C ) 
 
 Lane. 
 
 j\J EAR to the Place where Frippery - Women stand 
 With Stays , Coats , Suits, and Breeches , second 
 
 [hand ; 
 
 Where rags of every sort and size are sold, 
 
 And Thieves their daily Correspondence hold : 
 
 There stands a House, wherein if Fame not lies, 
 
 The Stars at Noon- day to Men’s Sight arise, 
 
 And Charles his Wain in Sun-shine greets their eyes. 
 Here Topers of all Sexes and Degrees, 
 
 Their Appetites with various Liquors please : 
 
 Expos’d to Sale by Money-getting Host, 
 
 Said many a Road on Horseback to have cross’d ; 
 
 And formerly of Sect styled YEA and NAY, 
 
 T’ have rid full Speed through many a hollow Way : 
 Be that as ’tis reported, and ’tis talk’d, ^ 
 
 If he then rid, he since has surely walk'd, 
 
 And many a Tankard upon Table chalk’d. ) 
 
 What’s to our Purpose, is, good Drink belongs 
 To this same House, wher efuncking Chaps in Throngs, 
 Through Clouds arising from Tobacco, joke, 
 
 And swill, and cannot see themselves for Smoak. 
 
 As all promiscuously sit below, 
 
 From Drab of Monmouth- street, to Tow’r-hill Frow : 
 While Shoals of Tide - Waiters and Land Surveyors, 
 Those licens’d Pilfrers, blow their Pipes up Stairs : 
 Determin’d over Drink that’s drawn in Plate, 
 
 To let none, but themselves, their Masters cheat, 
 
 Rosemary 
 
 
( 17 ) 
 
 Holywell- 
 
 Lane. 
 
 TUST at the Entrance of the Palace Gate, 
 
 ** Where once King* John held Royalty in State, 
 When freed from Tumults and Rebellious Jars, 
 
 His Barons gave him Rest from Civil W ars : 
 
 On the Left Hand erected stands a Sign, 
 
 That notifies strong* Bovse is sold within ; 
 
 And though the Passage to this House is Queer, 
 
 The Cellars they abound with humming Beer : 
 
 Huge Casks of Drink Jo Sev’n years Ripeness mellow’d 
 Scarce by another Victualler to be Fellow’d. 
 
 Here, ’stead of Nobles, once that fill’d each Room, 
 Swarm the distressed Gentry of the Loom, 
 
 That ev’n when Starving (so the Drink invites) 
 Neglect the Cries of hungry Appetites, 
 
 To satisfy their Prevalence of Drowth , 
 
 With Liquor that to them’s Meat , Drink and Clo 
 Not but Charles Brownrigg , our well-custom’d Host, 
 Can shew Remains of Sov’reignty not lost ; 
 
 And in a Moment, if so pleas’d, produce, 
 
 A Sceptre for the abovesaid Monarch’s Use. 
 Whereon, in lieu of Gold, upon its Top, 
 
 A rusty Nail, from Club of Oak, starts up, 
 
 And makes it probable, that fix’d thereon, 
 
 A Metal, much more priz’d than Iron, shone ; 
 Besides, to put the Thing be} r ond Contest, 
 
 Some Grandeurs still remaining, ’tis confest, 
 
 Since no House can a clearer Proof afford, 
 
 Than this, where ev’n the Drawer is a Lord. 
 
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( 18 ) 
 
 In Shoreditch. 
 
 B UT though the Place just mention’d to its Praise, 
 Por Drink and Trade amidst its last Decays, 
 
 Not by one Modern Structure is excell’d, 
 
 For what such Houses in Esteem are held ; 
 
 The Dog in Shoreditch of adjacent Fame, 
 
 To be set down within our List lays Claim, 
 
 Not only for the Master, but the Dame. 
 
 He like Nathaniel whom the sacred Writ 
 Speaks to be Good and Just, without Deceit ; 
 
 She, to give Industry and Truth its due ; 
 
 Busied in Martha’s Part and Mart’s too. . 
 
 Not that if Mirth be suffer’d to take Place, 
 
 Our Nat’s the same with Nat in Scripture’s Case ; 
 Since in one Sense ’t would make a Saint to smile, 
 
 At hearing our characteris’d ’thout Guile ; 
 
 Because each Guzler, to a Man can tell here, 
 
 He has full many a Guile of Drink in Cellar ; 
 
 That for its Age, its Colour, and its Taste, 
 
 Is not by any Beer to be surpass’d ; 
 
 But may be reckon’d, howsoever fine 
 The W ork of Iron is beneath the Sign, 
 
 Our Admiration rather to command, 
 
 At skilful Brewers, than fam’d Vulcan’s Hand : 
 
 C So smooth, so fine, so soft, and yet so strong, 
 
 Is every Draught of Beer that claims our Song ; 
 
 That if it’s Operation’s rightly view’d, 
 
 It rather seems to be distill’d than brew’d, 
 
 For into Cranium two black Jacks will steal, 
 
 And make this Dog to bite us by the Heel. 
 
( 19 ) 
 
 T^Rom hence to House of Eminence we're brought, 
 Where Drink by Wholesale and Retail is bought. 
 Here both the Gentleman and amorous Tar, 
 
 Have leave to cast their eyes upon the Bar, 
 
 Which holds the Tinsel Piece of Household Stuff, 
 Arm’d Cap-a-Pee in Silks, not Steel or Buff*. 
 
 She, the fair Lady of this Ancient Mannor, 
 
 Is conversant too much with Points of Honour 
 Not to be taught, the Gentry never come 
 Out from their Tea, and from their Dining-Room 
 ’Till Dinner calls, and they in Quirpo dress’d 
 Can better than their Viands, please their Guest. 
 
 This Madam knows, and is down Stairs too soon, 
 
 If she’s beheld, and told she’s lik’d ’fore Noon : 
 
 Yet all this while, to burst her with the Spleen, 
 
 The Helmet that’s without, buys Head- Gear that’s 
 
 [within. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. 
 
 The Elower-Pot within Bishopsgate, Marlborough’s Head 
 ditto, undeniable Drink sold by honest Avery — Old Par’s Head 
 without Bishopsgate, Great Beer! Sweet- Apple, in Sweet- Apple- 
 Court, a House famous for mighty Bub — The Names of the 
 Silver Tankards, the Lamb, the Lyon, the Peacock (in Honour of 
 the Brewer) Sacheverell (in Memory of the Doctor) and Nan 
 Elton. — 
 
 Note, when you are at this House, if you are disposed for a 
 walk, step to the King’s-Head at Hoxton Square, there lives a 
 man of a prodigious Stinking Name ; however, he sells fine 
 Amber Beer, but is for no Calicoes. 
 
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( 20 ) 
 
 Cloak- 
 
 Lane. 
 
 T Ence to Cloak-lane, near Dowgate-hill , we steer 
 And at Three Tuns cast Anchor for good Beer; ^ 
 Since, in Sea-Terms, ’tis proper to accost. 
 
 The Tenement of this Seafaring- Host. 
 
 A Man whose House will tell us at first Sight, 
 
 That Navigation has been his Delight, 
 
 And is so still, though worn out with Fatigues 
 Of sailing thro’ the Deep some Thousand Leagues. 
 
 He only takes the Pleasure now to view, 
 
 What his own Hands and his Assistant’s drew ; 
 
 As on his W all, most spacious in extent, 
 
 Are present to his Eyes the Waves thro’ which he went. 
 The various Ports of Adrians flowing Main, 
 
 The Coastings up to Tart ary from Spain . 
 
 Well does this artful Hand deserve Applause, 
 
 For Map drawn rightly, as the Drink he draws ; 
 
 But all description’s lost and at a stand, 
 
 At Sig-ht of Parity from * China’s Land, 
 
 Where, form’d of Ivory, the merry Grigs 
 Lye comically ’twixt each others Legs. 
 
 His Chimney-Piece likewise deserves regard', 
 
 For four Kings treated once in Vintry Ward; 
 
 All at one time the Guests of one Lord Mayor, i 
 Which Stow has made in his Survey appear, 
 
 When Yintner Pickard grac’d the City Chair. ' 
 
 * This curiosity is to be seen by any Person gratis. It has 
 given great Satisfaction to all lovers of Art and Ingenuity ; and 
 we doubt not but it will give full content to all Posture-Mongers. 
 Spectacles are provided for old dim -sighted Fornicators, that they 
 may behold, with grinning Countenance, in their ancient Days, 
 what they lov’d in their Youth. Time was ! 
 
( 21 ) 
 
 e T ’s Castle now must stand tlie Storm, 
 
 A Tenement where City Catchpoles swarm : 
 
 Where, if those Vermin of the Shouldering Trade, 
 Chance without Prisoners to show their Head, 
 
 Damn ye, says she, where have ye Loiterers been ? 
 
 Ye sons of Whores, no Prizes to be seen ? 
 
 Hone’s, their Reply ; no Writs have we, to draw 
 Grist to your Mill ; for we must act by Law. 
 
 By Law ! what’s that ? Is next upon her Tongue ; 
 
 Bring me them in, whether it is Right or Wrong. 
 
 Law ! say ye ? that’s a Word quite out of Doors, 
 
 Here Bite — s, Negroes, Catiff’s, Slaves and Wh — re’s ! 
 Where are you Pat ? you Jade, no further Scores ? 
 Huzzy, you lazy Brimstone, force a Trade, 
 
 Houses, like mine, are fill’d for getting Bread. 
 
 Pat takes her Cue ; Come Gentry, what’s your Pleasure ? 
 Brandy, Wine, Ale, Beer, Punch, in any Measure. 
 
 Speak quickly, while I’m here, my Mistress calls, 
 
 No Niggard is allow’d within these Walls. 
 
 While Kate below Stairs seconds her above, 
 
 Come Gentlemen, around the Puppet move : 
 
 Another Sneaker ! or turn into Gaol, 
 
 And to the Keeper Jeef ys tell your Tale: 
 
 To me such Niggards are not worth a Louse. 
 
 Drink lustily, or to a stronger House. 
 
 Thus the poor Debtor, round beset with Harms, 
 
 Spends ev’n his Grocery, at the Grocer’s Arms. 
 
 And thence conducted thro’ the Prison Gate, 
 
 Laments what might have kept him there, too late. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. The George in Stocks Market, the 
 White Horse in Castle- Alley— Excellent Twopenny ! but War 
 Stock-jobbers ! 
 
( 22 ) 
 
 Ironmon 
 
 ger-lane. 
 
 I-J Olm — s is as merry a Grig, as ever gave 
 Woman a Kiss in Wood at Hornsey Cave, 
 Wherein his Mother mighty Bus’ness drove on, 
 
 Ne’er looking for her righteous Son in Oven ; 
 
 Nor shall he be neglected in my Song, 
 
 Good Drink, good Cheer, good Folks to this House thron 
 Weavers and Porters bouze within his Doors, 
 
 The first deposit Stuffs, the last leave Scores, 
 
 Chalk’d up at Draughts and mischievous All-Fours. 
 As one-ey’d Dokin studies how to fool 
 His Brethren of the Knot with Words he learnt at 
 
 Can, at one Pull three Pints of Fine Ale sup, 
 
 And when that’s done, perform as much by Tup’: 
 
 Both which are styl’d as good as any drawn, 
 
 To the Sun’s Setting, from its Early Dawn ; 
 
 And are as Potent as the Landlord’s strong, 
 
 Brisk, Airy, Mettle to the Back, and Young, 
 
 If 3 r ou’ll believe what of himself he says, 
 
 He drinks and Kisses better than he prays. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Bird in Hand, Cheapside, 
 Three Crowns, and the King’s Head in the Old Jewry ; 
 the Bell in Cateaton-Street, an Ancient Fuddling- 
 School , But he that is for well-made Punch, let him 
 repair to the Sun in the Alley, in King Street, and 
 he will not fall short of his Expectation. The Dyal 
 in Queen-street, the Beceptacle of Porters. 
 
 [. School ; 
 
 This honest Host, for such he’s call’d by those 
 That are not to the Art of Tipling Foes ; 
 
IVT OR shall the Sig*n of Paul; the Saint, be miss’d. 
 Kept by a Trojan, true as ever piss’d 5 
 A Man that of good Gill will never fail ye, 
 
 While he shall bear the Name of Harry Baily. 
 
 Hither, next Morning from Nocturnal Pains, 
 
 Of Aching Head, and Giddiness of Brains, 
 
 The Sot, who has too deeply dipp’d his Beak 
 In Beer, Punch, Wine, a Cooler comes to take, \ 
 
 And with half- Pint to set those Matters right, / 
 
 That Gallons had disorder’d over Night : 
 
 As from Sun Rising to its Evening* Fall, 
 
 For Gill resounds a never-ceasing Call ; 
 
 Gill taken by This Man is Thoughts to clear, 
 
 By That , to whet him to full Draughts of Beer, 
 
 To smooth the Passage of his Furr’d-up Throat, 
 
 That he again may set each Sense afloat, 
 
 To drown himself in Belch , or act the Swine, 
 
 By wallowing in the Channel after Wine; 
 
 And then by Watchman led to Lodging Door, 
 
 To tumble into Bed to Stink and Snore, 
 
 And there repeat in Dreams, till Day’s Return, 
 
 What he prepares to do at Night, next Morn. 
 
 Thus Earth, whose Thirst's assuag'd with Showers of 
 
 [. Rain , 
 
 Drinks to be Thirsty, and to Drink again. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Cross-Daggers against 
 St. Lawrence’s Church ; Guy of Warwick, Milk 
 Street ; the Beer right good, but the Sots pissing 
 against the Wall, offensive to opposite Females, who 
 cannot endure those THINGS in their Sight. 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 jVT Off for a House with Sots replete, and full 
 
 Of Cliaps that deal with Gold for Drink — 
 
 [not Wool 5 
 
 For Gold’s the Man that keeps it by-the-by, 
 
 Once a most merry Snob in Garret high. 
 
 There, Swarms of Topers of all sorts frequent, 
 
 From Daily Labourers, to Men styled Gent. 
 
 Of all Opinions and of all Conditions, 
 
 Lawyers , Fools , Statesmen , Taylors , Politicians , > 
 
 Grave Philomaths , Shoemakers , and Physicians. ) 
 These all, though not of Principles alike, 
 
 Upon the self-same Key, in one thing strike, 
 
 As Tories , Whigs, High-Church and Low confess, 
 
 No Beer in Town deserves an ill Word less , 
 
 Or, to the Landlord’s Credit, be it said, 
 
 Better delight the Taste , and wears a better Head , 
 While Org — —n, Champion to Tantivy Club, 
 
 Holds it to be most uncontested Bub \ 
 
 And Mathematick W son lays it down } 
 
 For Truth, as plain, as Three are more than One , C 
 
 This Tipple is the Best beneath the Sun. ) 
 
 Mete -f, or young Sir Isaac , says 7 tis so, 
 
 And calls the Drink Excellentissimo ; 
 
 Another, equally of parts most bright, 
 
 Christens it by the Name of Exquisite ; 
 
 But Teague, the Fellow that this Liquor draws, 
 Speaks much more rightly in its just Applause, 
 
 When he ( Cadwallader), to do it Grace, . 
 
 Cry it is OKTHODOX, with serious Face. 
 
( 25 ) 
 
 WAY what you will; when all is done or said, 
 
 ^ The best of Drinking’s at the Fountain Head y 
 Thence, with unsullied Streams the Liquor spring’s, 
 
 Smoother than is his Voice when St a 5 sings, 
 
 And tunes his Pipes to Staves of Psalm thought-meet, 
 For good St. Mathew’s Church in Friday- Street. 
 
 In Wales (such is th’ observant Trav’ler’s Tale), 
 Parsons themselves turn Victuallers, and sell Ale, \ 
 For want of good fat Stipends, there but thin, 
 
 Which make them retail potent Drink and Gin. 
 
 I speak not this to make the Clergy cheap, 
 
 But to lament the Fate of Tatter'd Crape , 
 
 That to this sad Necessity is driven, 
 
 Although he’s styl’d a Messenger of Heaven ; 
 
 Either upon Ten Pounds a Year to starve, 
 
 Or in this Earthly way, submit to serve ; 
 
 If so — and without Censure too — ’tis plain, 
 
 A Parish Clerk may do the same for Gain. 
 
 May unrestrain’d by Curb from Canon- Law, 
 
 October, and Fine Drink of all sorts draw ; 
 
 And may the Man that keeps this House of Trade, 
 Increase th’ Advantages that hence are made, 
 
 And in the Sale of every Thing that’s good, 
 
 Go on to thrive, as all fair Dealers shou’d, 
 
 While I to do him Justice with my Pen, 
 
 Invite his Customers to say AMEN. 
 
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( 20 ) 
 
 By St. Paul’s Chapter House. 
 
 T-£UT F ’s House, wherein we’re sure to meet 
 
 With every Liquor that’s drawn fine and neat, 
 Deserves to be set down in Letters Red, 
 
 The Landlord, and his Spouse , well-tempered , and 
 
 [ well-bred . 
 
 Here no Domestick J ars disturb their Peace, 
 
 He studious of her Quiet, she of his ; 
 
 As they with Hearts united happy made, 
 
 Possess the Joys of Wedlock, and of Trade 
 From the quick Vent of Drinks expos’d to Sale, 
 
 Their Beer, their Stout, their Gill, their Oxford Ale ; 
 Than which, ’twill be a Task that’s hard to find, 
 
 What can regale us more in every kind. 
 
 Here Booksellers with Printers strike a Bargain, 
 
 And Authors stand amaz’d at S Iter's Jargon, 
 
 Who, with quaint Phrase at Sev’nty years and past, 
 Ne’er lets his Tongue or Feet have any Rest ; 
 
 But talks and frisks, and jumps about amain, 
 Spouting forth Words, no Linguist can explain : 
 
 By this means liable to Statute-Law, 
 
 That still hath kept false Coiners under Awe ; 
 
 Since ’tis as warrantless in this old Tony) 
 
 To Mint new Words, not current as new Money ; 
 
 And by persisting in this vile Offence, 
 
 Daily commit High-Treason against Sense : 
 
 For which if R—n — ton might be his Judge, 
 
 He should, on Hurdle drawn, to Tyburn trudge ; 
 
 For he, in Radcliffi’s Medley of Receipts, 
 
 Has not one Term that more his Hearing grates. 
 
( V ) 
 
 1VT Ear to the Place where Mist the Printer dwells, 
 (Mist ! that all News- Writers in Town excells, 
 And by his Journal's sale, has made appear, 
 
 It brings him in Twelve Hundred Pounds a year ) 
 
 An Income, none that’s of true Worth a Judge, 
 
 Can such an hospitable Spirit grudg’e) 
 
 A Prancer, cloath’d in White, with flowing Main, 
 Curvets well painted on a Sign, for Gain, 
 
 To let Folks know, from more than common Cost, 
 
 The Man within’s no Whiffler of an Host. 
 
 'But has by Retail, and by wholesale Trade, 
 
 No small Improvements of his Fortune made. 
 
 There enter in, for Drink well brew’d and clear, 
 
 For Ales well-colour’d, and stout humming Beer ; 
 There, if you’d be uneasie during Life, 
 
 With an unsettled Settlement, a Wife ! 
 
 Niblers at Civil Law, called Proctors , wait 
 To license you into that restless state ; 
 
 There in a word, you have not far to look 
 For Coup de Grace from Mid — l — on C — &, 
 
 Who from one Publick House, to t’other run, 
 
 To see who tarries there, to be undone • 
 
 But, 0 my Friend, let Marriage-Noose be dreaded, 
 Rather be drunk ten Times, than one Time wedded. 
 
 i) 2 
 
(28 ) 
 
 W ith these, and other Houses of Renown, 
 
 JackB i/s invites the thirsty Town. 
 
 Here, after Night’s Debauch, the Dapper Host 
 Early, like Swiss for Point l’argent, takes Post, 
 
 Stands strutting at his Door, and makes a splutter 
 With cuz, and cuz, like crow within a Gutter; 
 
 A Name that every Man he meets, goes by, 
 
 And pays Oat Ale for, when our Jack’s a dry ; 
 
 By taking three Days Journey all in One, 
 
 That makes his Blood precipitately run. 
 
 Erom an adjacent Printer’s, Sharp’s the Word, 
 
 He to the Dignity of cuz preferr’d, 
 
 Now Lords it o’er the Does of Newgate Mart, 
 
 Where, like Duke Trinculo, he acts his Part, 
 
 And has his Subjects Welfare equally at Heart. 
 
 Once, on a Time, this Pigmy of a Man, 
 
 Advanc’d from flashing in a Musket’s Pan, 
 
 Up to a Sergeant’s Port, look’d fierce and big. 
 
 And held his Head much higher than a Whig ; 
 
 But now those happy Times are fled and gone. 
 
 And all our Hero’s Arms are seiz’d upon. 
 
 Pain would he of his Wife too rid his Hands, 
 
 And get quite shut of Matrimonial Bands ; 
 
 But that’s a Task State Catchpoles disavows, 
 
 No Government, but Arms, like those allows; 
 
 Since the poor Wretch, that’s punish’d with a Shrew 
 (Whate’er Designs are said to be in View) 
 
 Can do no Harm, but as he Bakes may Brew. 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 In St. Martin's le Grand. 
 
 \XI — — -S, by a Glut of Bus’ness, makes it known, 
 " * He’ll yield not to one Bouzing* Ken in Town 
 But can as many Noses in his tell, 
 
 As any Publich He that bears the Bell. 
 
 Hither for Stout, and Stale Beer, daily stroll, 
 Matrons from the Virtuous Black Mary’s Hole ; 
 From every sly Convenience of Besort, 
 
 Where Damsels of the Game are pleas’d to Sport ; 
 And easie of Access, no Scruple make, 
 
 To shew the Pains they in their Calling* take • 
 
 As when this City Chub’s Affairs are done, 
 
 They battle at One off, another On ; 
 
 But let’s such Dealings pass neglected b}^, 
 
 And leave them to some other’s searching Eye, 
 
 To taste that Drink which bears a Noble Face, 
 Whether in Tankard, or in Pot, or Glass : 
 
 And sticking to their sides with lasting Froth, 
 
 Fall on the Taste, most palatably smooth. 
 
 Nor is he less renown’d for Punch well made, 
 
 And all the other Branches of his Trade ; 
 
 For Syder, Brandy and for oily Bum, 
 
 That, unadulterated, hither come 
 
 From Southam, France , or from Barbadoe’s Coasts 
 
 O’er the Left-hand, to drink good honest T 'oasts. 
 
( 30 ) 
 
 T3UT who can Juno's gawdy Bird espy, 
 
 With every Feather in its Tail an Eye, 
 
 And pass that House of Humming Stingo by? 
 Especially when our enquiring Toper, 
 
 Is told, ’tis kept by F — st's and Cal — t’s Cooper 
 B — ss , or Dr. B — ss, if you please, 
 
 For he has pass’d thro’ all Sorts of Degrees : 
 
 Rais’d by good Business to a good Estate, 
 
 From common Pewter Pots, to Store of Plate, 
 
 That travel through each Room with hasty Pace, 
 
 So fast does every Guzler suck his Face ) 
 
 That no one Victualler’s Draught in Town is quick e 
 Because he’s not for Preaching o'er his Liquor : 
 
 But of his Mind, who loath the Glass to baulk, 
 
 Said, It was spoiling Company to talk ! 
 
 Here when some City Traders Dinner’s o’er, 
 
 Daily they form a Club in Room call’d Fore ; 
 
 A Club that almost is made up entire, 
 
 Of Drawers of fine Gold and Silver Wire. 
 
 Here Captain B — th , as honest and as hearty 
 A Soul, as ever stood by Church’s Party, 
 
 Now Governor of Parish Gate call’d Cripple , 
 
 With all his num’rous Followers, come for Tipple. 
 As the good Master of the Rolls decrees, 
 
 No Drink is healthier or can better please ] 
 
 So that from what those two great Men alledge here 
 No wonder B — ss has a Seat at Eclger. 
 
( 31 ) 
 
 Goswell 
 
 Street. 
 
 T^Ehold the Sign ! the likes not found, 
 
 The Windmill does not turn around, 
 But North and South, still stands his ground 
 
 Constantly, this inconstant Mill, 
 
 At which all sorts of People swill. 
 
 Far be it, says the Victualling Man, 
 
 My W — fe should e’er turn Cat in Pan, 
 Far be it she should be mistaken, 
 
 In dealing with a Man of B ; 
 
 Since she’s, which all Men must allow, 
 Sprung from the Keeper of a C — w : 
 
 A Sire, who has advised G — d Wot, 
 
 To fill his D— ’s Porridge Pot, 
 
 When her Cueqvoque was on Trot ; 
 Which has occasioned mighty Laughter, 
 To think of Consequences after ; 
 
 Since she, deserving flagrant Stripes, 
 Could hide in Middlelonian Pipes : 
 Wherein, I’d pray, good God forbid, 
 That any woman should be hid 
 To do that Mischief which she did \ 
 Unless Six hundred Pounds can clear 
 Accounts, with Matrimonial Deer 
 And make things be just as they were. 
 
 Good Drink, good Wine, good Brain 
 
( 32 ) 
 
 
 ton. 
 
 T F o’er the Fields, in quest of Drink and Air, 
 
 The Malt inquiring 1 Mortal wou’d repair, 
 
 Let him at S—n Ap — ’s sit down, 
 
 And his hot burning- Thirst with Liquids drown. 
 
 S — n ! a bulky, brainless, empty Fool, 
 
 Without a Head, but with his Pockets full, 
 
 For which he has a most unerring 1 Rule : 
 
 Morning 1 , or Noon, or Night, he never starts, 
 
 But shews his Skill in Money-getting Arts : 
 Whether he, for Two Shillings in the Pound, 
 
 To Butchers drinks, for Cattle run aground ; 
 
 Or to some other Guests the Tankard sends around : 
 Sure is he still to guzzle the first Draught, 
 
 By which the Drink is to the Bottom brought ; 
 
 And circulates with most uncommon speed, 
 
 To make a Second , and a Third succeed : 
 
 Another, and another, yet be ta’en, 
 
 Down through the Hissing Road of Gutter-lane ; 
 Till Tympanis’d with Belch , he tells his Wife, 
 
 On the least Brawling or Domestick Strife, 
 
 He gets her a full Crown each day of *s life \ 
 
 And so he does, if common Fame not lie, 
 
 It has Tunnage big enough, to drink his Cellar dry. 
 
 1 
 
 s 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Star and Grarter at Islington — Damn 
 the Grout — Dyal in Groswell-street, high-metal’d Drink, and 
 good Wine. Anchor in Old street, good Beer and good Wine; 
 
 decently performs what he undertakes. Choice Drink at 
 
 Sam. Mo — is’s in Hatfield -street, where any Gruzler that can give 
 a tolerable Account of himself, may be supply’d with the Captain 
 — Keep Touch ! Three Pigeons (just by) Old Rosecomb, Land- 
 lord : Undeniable Beer ! The Props GJ-rig — n and the two 
 Ayns — th’s, eminent for their skill in Cock-fighting. 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 N OW for Earl Picrmjs Name-sake ; sprung from 
 
 [Race, 
 
 That boasts his Feats of Arms at Chivey Chace , 
 Where from Earl Douglass on his Dapple Grey, 
 
 That Valiant Hero bravely won the Day : 
 
 Yet maugre all his Ancestors Renown, 
 
 Maugre the Ballads that their Actions Crown ; 
 
 This humble unaspiring Man surveys, 
 
 With small or no Regard, that Patriot’s Praise, 
 
 And with Blue-Flag twice circling round his W aste 
 Looks to his Cellars, and his Chapmens Taste : 
 
 As he gets full Three hundred Pounds a Year, 
 
 By crying, Boy a Pint of Stair-Foot here ! 
 
 May he grow Wealthy, as his Drink is g'ood, 
 
 His Ale well tasted, and his Beer well-brew’d, 
 
 Since not one Customer at Night or Morrow, 
 
 There says, He lives like Toad beneath a Harrow . 
 
 Other Houses of Note. 
 
 White Hart, Butcherhall-lane, Magnificent Beer ! 
 
 Swan, Newgate-street, War Hawk! 
 
 White Horse, and the Feathers, both in Warwick-Lane : 
 
 Guy Earl of Warwick, alias Sunderland’s Coffee House in War- 
 wick-Lane: Humming Liquor ! a Wealthy and a Good-natur’d 
 Landlord The Props or Chief Customers are a positive Dis- 
 
 tiller and a talkative Florist. 
 
 Those who have been Tippling all Day, and cannot quench 
 their Thirst, let them repair to the Night-house, in Newgate 
 Market, where they may be safe from the Cries of their Families. 
 
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( 34 ) 
 
 HP HE Sign that next our wandring Eyes accosts, 
 
 Is whose, but Common - Wealth's Mens Favourite 
 
 [Hosts : 
 
 See Mag without perch’d chattering on a Stump, 
 Within sit Sons of Belial and the Bump, 
 
 Who, void of Shame, o’re Two-penny commence 
 Cut-th — ts, and slaughter Loyalty and Sense, 
 
 As Turnkeys, Thieftakers, and Thieves debate, 
 
 With Vehemence, about Affairs of State \ 
 
 And scarce one Customer in lower Boom 
 But signs the M — chy’s and Ch — he’s Doom. 
 
 While those above, now Bully Wat — n's dead, 
 
 Snarl with a City C — n at their Head, 
 
 And o’re good Booz (for give the Devil his due, 
 
 Sk — ch the best of Liquors ever drew) 
 
 Maudlin the worst of Principles applaud, 
 
 And c— se King Charles the First and Bishop Laud . 
 
 Other Houses of Note. 
 
 Coopers- Arms, in Old Baily. KSFHere Fidlers may have a Double 
 Dabber for playing Old Oxford. 
 
 Joyce at the Cock without Ludgate sells rare Beer. 
 
 The Fortune of War in Pye Corner. 
 
 Golden-heart, Smithfield, whose Mild and Stale excells his 
 Neighbours. 
 
 Bull-Head, Ivy-lane, good Drink and good Peck. 
 
 King’s-Head, and the Crown both in Newgate-street. 
 
( 35 ) 
 
 Holborn Hill. 
 
 "DUT if the Man’s High- Church, that looks about 
 For the best Mild, or Stale-Beer, Ale or Stout 
 If he in search of well-made Punch is bent. 
 
 And fain would Tipple to his Heart’s Content : 
 Down through the Gate let such a Guzler go, 
 
 And climb that Hill, which points at Hill of Snow , 
 There on the Right, almost against the Dome, 
 Where crowds to see and hear Sacheverell come, 
 With Trees in Front, that cast a verdant Shade, 
 John Pitney* s Name’s in spacious Letters read ; 
 
 And Arms with SEMPER EADEM are seen, 
 
 In Memory of our late departed Queen. 
 
 There Dorchester , at Eight Pence for a Quart, 
 Quickens and makes unactive Souls alert. 
 
 There ev’n H — H—ly profits by its Juice, 
 
 And Corps Bearers vent Sentences of Use: 
 
 While they at Whist, Put, Cribbage, or All-Fours, 
 Whiten the Table with extended Scores : 
 
 There in a Word, for honest Pitney’ s Sake, 
 
 Is Drink will almost make a CAT to speak. 
 
 With Brandy, that most exquisitely fine, 
 
 Shews that at Nantz it issued from the Vine ; 
 
 And undistill’d from Treacle or from Malt, 
 
 Dares the most finish’d Taste to find a Fault : 
 
 As with his Customers, the Landlord quaffs, 
 
 Sings, fiddles, rants, and plays at Cards and laughs, 
 And shews his Choice of Arms and Quarter-Staffs. 
 
Little Ormond-yard. 
 
 1\T OW for an Host whose Liquors must invite, 
 
 Who's Drink's excelling*, and whose wines 
 
 [are rig*ht, 
 
 Deep, racy, strong*, and palateably bright ; 
 
 But above all that recommends this Home, 
 
 Is the well natur’d Master of the Dome, 
 
 Since every Soul must hold that Edward Dennis y 
 The best of Neighbours and the best of Men is, 
 While his industrious, and careful Spouse, 
 
 Makes what's a Publick, seem a Private House y 
 As all Things neat and exquisitely clean, 
 
 Speak a compleat Oeconomist within. 
 
 And their son Edward shews whom he befriends. 
 From what a good liv'd couple he descends ; 
 
 Since he takes Pride in doing courteous Acts, 
 
 And always turns his Promises to Facts : 
 
 May this their Industry's and Vertue's Heir, 
 
 All Blessings with his happy Parents share. 
 
 May the fair Object of his honest Love, 
 
 If he the Joys of Matrimony prove, 
 
 Be such as his good Mother ever was, 
 
 True to her Marriage- Yows and Hymen 7 s Laws : 
 Dutiously just, beneficiently kind, 
 
 The same in Body, and the same in Mind ; 
 
 That from their chast Endearments may arise, 
 Pledges to glad their Hearts and grace their Eyes ; 
 Such as did from Life's Chrystal Fountain Stream, 
 When first his Parents Eyes were fix'd on him. 
 
Hatton 
 
 Garden. 
 
 1VT OR shall my Guest without a special Call, 
 
 Pass Street call’d Kirby’s well known Hole in 
 
 [Wall; 
 
 Where ev’n the Sign transmits it self to Fame, 
 
 By wearing- its facetious Owner’s Name. 
 
 0 William ! happy in well-traded House, 
 
 Happy in Temper, and a cleanly Spouse ; 
 
 Joyous and glad, thy Trade increasing see, 
 
 And daily broach full Casks of Threads call’d Three ; 
 But yet take Notice of a Friend’s Advice, 
 
 Folks that sell Ale should not be over-nice ; ^Jgl 
 Should not refuse in Kitchen to admit, 
 
 Such Customers as smoak a Pipe and spit. 
 
 0 let thy W — fe that Bargain strait retract, 
 
 And by more cautious Rules of Prudence act ; 
 
 Since thou must know the more those Toppers spawl, 
 The more they’ll Drink and Piss against thy WALL. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. 
 
 In Brewer’s-Yard, in Cheek Lane, by your old Friend Harry 
 Wilcox, you may be furnished with mighty Beer, and a Glass of 
 Nantz as true as his honest Heart. 
 
 New-England on Saffron-hill, Henry Lane, Governor who will 
 eat two pound of Butter without Bread. 
 
 The Black-Horse, and the Crow r ns, Cross Street. 
 
 The Last and Crown, by Cross’s Brew-house. A pickled Land- 
 lord that sells pickled Eggs. And here you may see variety of 
 Monkey’s and Monkeys Tricks. 
 
 Two Brewers, honest Jack Statham, Laudable Drink J 
 Cooper’s- Arms, Corner of Peters-street, famous Stout. 
 
( 38 ) 
 
 Clerkenwell-Green. 
 
 XJ ENCE, down through Mutton-La ne, we travel by 
 The Sign of Rover , with bewaring Eye, 
 
 Where L — son stands officious at his Door, 
 
 For Debt of Thirty-nine to grind the Poor ; 
 
 To act the Pirate with his Setting Dogs 
 And shew that some are most accomplish’d R.— s. 
 There stand on Hill, next to the Green that leads 
 To good St. John’s three Protestant Crown’d Heads. 
 Queens worthy of the Host that plac’d them there, 
 
 A Man that acts most reputably fair : 
 
 Taylor ! that meddles not with Parish-strife, 
 
 Nor takes part with the Curate and his Wife \ 
 
 But to all Parties equally retails, 
 
 And thrives by the good Liquors which he sells. 
 
 Here Whig' and Tory are both welcome made, 
 
 His Head’s not turn’d to Politicks but Trade : 
 
 Nor minds he what the Clerk and Sexton Prate, 
 Either of the Church-wardens or the State. 
 
 For Gain’s alone his Business and his Theme, 
 
 Knaves may be Knaves, and Fools be Fools for him ; 
 And every Person acts as he thinks fit, 
 
 Biting themselves, if he himself ? s not bit ; 
 
 As House-Keepers converted into Ladies, 488 
 Make old Knights Wives look bright as an}^ May Days. 
 
 Adjacent Houses. Crown, Clerkenwell-Close, good Beer. 
 Cherry-Tree, by New- Prison, Pine-Ale 4d. a Quart, honest 
 Measure, a House of good Usage, and of growing Business. 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 N OE if the Guest is minded to divert 
 
 Himself with the Sons of Ignorance and Art, 
 With wild variety of different Noises, 
 
 Beaus, Butchers, Bailiffs, Pimps, and Harlots Voices: 
 Shall he with Eyes uncurious leave unseen, 
 
 That House which M s has got his Eiches in. 
 
 There on the Left within a spacious Eoom, 
 
 Where Customers of all Professions come, 
 
 To see one Eemale bound upon the Coed, 
 
 And t’other twirl about the pointed sword, 
 
 With Motion as nimble as she us’d in bed 
 When she in Childhood lost her Maidenh — d. 
 
 With Posture that displays her spacious Thighs, 
 
 And shews how plump her Bum and Bubbies rise ; 
 Here in the Area he may take his seat, 
 
 Eor two Pence spent in Peny’s Wobth of Wet ; 
 
 Or if upstairs he’d rather choose to go, 
 
 And look down with Contempt on Eolks below, 
 
 At Price of Shillings numerous as those Pence, 
 
 Drink a Whole Pint of Wine without Offence : 
 While in the Kitchin Geographick M — ll 
 Speaks in the Praise of the Protector Noll, 
 
 And J — nes who patches Histories at Whitehall, 
 Brings hidden Mysteries of State to Light all ; 
 
 And serious as in speaking Truth avers, 
 
 Spight of the Maxim Every Monarch Errs. 
 
 When he himself dogmatically dull, 
 
 Shews Emptiness and Error fills his Skull. 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 TVT 0W to the Street where Rabble Rout reside, 
 
 Let me from Smitlifield my Companion guide, 
 Thro’ the Throngs of Scolds that every Nook frequent, 
 And give their restless Tongues eternal Vent. 
 
 Here sits yon many a Matron at her Door 
 Calling her Virtuous Neighbour Bitch and Whore: 
 As she the Cynder- sifting Madame wrongs, 
 
 Since none would touch her with a pair of Tongs ; 
 Just on the right, as you ascend the Hill, 
 
 Which formerly directed to the Mill, 
 
 That (give me leave my meaning to explain) 
 
 Was Godfather to this same Street or Lane, 
 
 And turn’d about when Winds were pleas’d to blow, } 
 There stands a Sign fit to be call’d a Shew , > 
 
 Hideous to Sight, with Visage full of Woe ! ) 
 
 Yet fit to make whole Multitudes to Stare, 
 
 At his uncommon Shape, his Posture and his Air. 
 
 See him with rueful, yet with comick Face, 
 
 Smoke, and call Customers to take their Place ; 
 Whereof they’ll surely more and mdre make use, 
 When they have tasted its Ambrosial Dews, 
 
 And syp’d of Martin’s most prevailing Juice. 
 
 Martin! that never will be known to fail, 
 
 Of the best Liquor e’er expos’d to Sale, 
 
 While Seignior John his Pipe in Girdle Tucks, 
 
 And tells you that his Mother Knoo fed Bucks. 
 
 At the Cross-Keys near this- Place, you may fly your Kite. 
 
( 41 ) 
 
 nPHE Dragon, that’s without of colour Green, 
 Dreadful, as are the Spunging Tribe within, 
 Calls us to rest a-while, and take a Bait, 
 
 As House where Yarlets for Destruction wait, 
 Ready to catch Insolvents by the Back, 
 
 And hold them ty’d to Manger and to Rack. 
 
 For let the Guest, forewarn’d of Harms, be told 
 How strong' soe’er’s the Drink that here is sold. 
 That if he prove in Circumstance of Debt, 
 
 H e must seek out some other Place to whet, 
 
 Than this vile Den of Bailiffs and of Setters, 
 
 This Receptacle of accurs’d Men-eciters ; 
 
 Since he cannot a greater Hazard run, 
 
 Of being' most assuredly undone, 
 
 By Writ from Sheriffs, or from Marshall’s Court, 
 Where Ruin and Imprisonment’s a Sport, 
 
 Should he sit down to Drink, and make a stay, 
 Among'st these Hoarse rapacious Beasts of Prey, 
 That Riot in Delight at Folks Mishaps, 
 
 And Joy for Woodcocks caught within their Traps. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. Next Door to the Sign of Old Seignior 
 John, mention'd in the foregoing Page, lives Honest Lowther, 
 eminent for his Dexterity in Shaving, and his great Skill in Bleed- 
 ing. This Person has such a value for any true Toper, that, if he 
 has hut a Groat in his Pocket, he’ll shave him for a Peny, rather 
 than baulk a Double Dabber. Those who have tender Paces, may 
 be here trim’d by a fine, delicate, charming and smooth Hand ; for 
 which no Money will be ask’d, for the Damsel leaves all her Cus- 
 tomers to their own Generosity ; but the Author hereof thinks 
 she richly deserves a Teaster.#^ Come and Welcome ! 
 
( 42 ) 
 
 Street. 
 
 ^PHERE none but should stand by this House-side* 
 "** Since he that keeps it, has in Fire been try’d ; 
 Fire ! that ev’n Gold does purify and clean, 
 
 And purge from its Alloy and Dross within. 
 
 The Good that Gosling has adventurous done, i 
 
 The various Hazards he in Flames has run, > 
 
 Are specify’d in Instance more than One. i 
 
 Witness the time, when (to his Comrades shames 
 Who shrunk from burning 1 Piles) he liv’d in Flames ; 
 When Salamander , he made it known 
 Fire was an Element that was his own ; 
 
 And by his Aid, and his alone, were found 
 Many a stately Dome not levell’d with the Ground ; 
 But let this Landlord, (though he’s justly prais’d, 
 
 And by his Courage and good Drink emblaz’d, 
 
 Is to some height of Reputation rais’d,) 
 
 Let him, I say, be whisper’d, that ’tis not 
 Safe dealing with a Thing red-hot ; 
 
 Lest it be one Day flung into his Dish 
 He shares in other things with S — e , than Fish. 
 
 Postscript. One of our Conners is just arriv’d Express from the 
 Sun at Cripplegate. He is a Person of a Distinguished Palate, 
 and assures us, that in all his Travels he never met with a Batch 
 of Better Beer, better Wine, or better Company than that House 
 affords. The Golden Hind and the Three Tuns in Kedcross- 
 Street are eminent Puddling-Schools. 
 
 The Golden Emblem of Lust in Whitecross-street, is of little 
 Note, save only that a certain Tally-man has his Debt got in by 
 Mrs. S — h for a Treat and a Country Lodging. Hush ! 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 felloe-lane, howe’er disgrac'd by Nooks and Alleys , 
 Wherein well-natur’d Matrons harbour Salleys ; 
 Howe’er held infamous from strolling Madams, 
 
 Or render’d out of all Repute from A — s, 
 
 Who, without blushing, cuts his Roast and Boil’d, 
 With Hands by B1 — d of Intimates defil’d, 
 
 Has yet one House, that in its Borders lies, 
 
 Which, with the best, for Entertainment vies ; 
 
 The Sign, another Swan, a graceful Bird, 
 
 With Plumes as White as any Milken Curd. 
 
 Here Braziers , Founders, Cutlers, praise the Tap ; 
 But oh ! beware of Brazier, turned to Snap ! 
 
 The Man that’s of such kind of Yermin shy, 
 
 Must know that one of those lurks neighb’ring by : 
 Not that he meets Encouragement from hence, 
 
 Our Host’s a Man of too refin’d a Sense ; 
 
 Judges of Men, and Human Converse better, 
 
 Than to grow great with Serjeant or with Setter ; 
 
 As he fears none himself, from flowing Trade, 
 
 So not to make his Customers afraid : 
 
 Whene’er one comes, the Countenance he shews him, 
 Makes it appear for a Black-sheep he knows him, 
 
 By drawing, when the best of Drink he sells, 
 
 Liquor for him, that of the Tab- Tub smells. 
 
 Note, Brown at the Sugar-loaf, in Chancery-lane (tho’ full 
 North) sells right Nottingham, Oxford, Derby and other Ales. At 
 the Fifteen Shillings near this Place lives One, ambitious of Offi- 
 ces ; frequently visited by a Shrewsbury Butter’d Bun, whose 
 Lamps had like to have been put out. Infidelity. 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 r T Nder the Gate- Way near the Ditch call’d Town , 
 ^ Frank Hale now calls us to the Rose and Crown, 
 A Place for Two-Penny most higdily noted, 
 
 And for all sorts of the best Liquors quoted. 
 
 Else virtuous Sam , that is of Soaks no Novice, 
 
 Would never make this Bouzing-ken his Office, 
 
 With Pipe stuck into Mouth from Morn to Night, 
 Would not his Face with his Tobacco light; 
 
 Nor would judicious Tom Sk ne , 3 
 
 Quit for this House , his own beloved Sign , > 
 
 And hither trudge, with Chapmen, from the Vine. 3 
 Did this stand otherwise within this Dome, 
 
 The Parish Dons would scarce within come : 
 
 Tavern Expenses, in full Draughts to save, 
 
 And talk o’er Tankards, most demurely grave ; 
 
 When they do not at Cost of Publick swill, 
 
 And set no Wine down in Church -Warden’s Bill. 
 
 In fine, were not Frank Hale , true blue and tight, 
 Were not his Principles and Tipple right ; 
 
 Did not this honest Host the Methods use, 
 
 Which he with Deputation now pursues, 
 
 'Tis certain that a neighb’ring Common-Council, 
 Would at no time for his , step o’er his own Cill. 
 
 Our Man Dick has found out a little House that affords very 
 great Beer ; but he swears by his Maker that he won’t tell any- 
 body where ’tis, — lest it should be swill’d up, before he has had a 
 Meal of it. — We’ll endeavour to Dog him. 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 rrms House has got one Tenant an Estate, 
 
 Crowded with early Guests, and Tiplers late, 
 And may, in all Appearance, do the same 
 By Isaac Day, and his most careful Dame ; 
 
 Who rent it now, and with most courteous Mein, 
 Give ev’ry Soul Content that enters in, 
 
 Since not one Liquid therein sold, is bad, 
 
 Or any thing displeasing* to be had ; 
 
 Or to the Taste, or to the Curious Eye, 
 
 Whatsoe’er Faults it may attempt to Spy, 
 
 This Pair all Goodness, or all Blindness I. 
 
 Whether for Brandies neat, that bear full Proof, 
 We call, beneath this hospitable Roof; 
 
 Or seek the Cravings of our Thirst t’assuage, 
 
 In Two-Penny, or in a Common Gage. 
 
 Both in their different kinds are full as good, 
 
 As Victualler ever sold, or Brewer brew’d, 
 
 Well boil’d, and thoroughly stiffned with the Malt ; 
 Not liable to any sort of Fault ; 
 
 Unless, when got into the Noddles Seat, 
 
 Its strength prevails, and makes us loose our Feet ; 
 Then, and not till that pardonable Time, 
 
 Can any thing sold here, admit a Crime. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Grlobe opposite St. Andrew’s Church, 
 good Entertainment. Grlobe, Bartlett’s Buildings, rare Liquors, 
 and a kind Landlord, who has a true Friendship to Players : I 
 wish that Players were as true to him. — Anchor in Castle Yard, 
 good Drink, and the House throng’d with experienc’d Topers. 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 r |"HE Muse would inexcusably do Wrong*, 
 
 Should Newman’s Tipple House remain unsung 1 ; 
 Where there is not a Pot or Tankard brought, ) 
 
 That argues not a quick and sprightly Draught, j 
 
 And shuts out every Cause of finding Fault. 
 
 Here in the Evening, after Six, are seen, 
 
 Loit’rers, ’till then, from Five, in Lincoln’ s- Inn ; 
 Gentry, that walking upon Stone Parade, 
 
 Consult to get this House a swimming Trade ; 
 
 And when got Sappy in conjuncture nice, 
 
 To swallow each a gallon for a Sice. 
 
 Since it has been, from just Observance found, ^ 
 
 A three Pint Tankard goes but half way round, h 
 
 And every Health with two of them is crown’d. ' 
 Though, number Six perhaps includes the Club, 
 
 So ravenous are some Throats on Thirst for Bub ; 
 
 But above every Barly-s willing Guest, 
 
 B ne’er let’s the shining Vessel rest, 
 
 But Mouthful after Mouthful, downward pours, 
 
 ’Till what it holds, he to the Bottom lowers, 
 
 Then passes it exhausted, to the Left, 
 
 Of Breath, though not returning Thirst, bereft. 
 Unmatch’d by any He that wears a Name, 
 
 But T of B , of deep-guzling Fame, 
 
 Tom ! the mad P that ne’er was known to flinch, 
 
 Or bate the most consummate Sot, one Inch. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Queen’s Head, Middle Row, Rare 
 Cherry Beer and a Beveridge Club : Dolphin, Lamb’s Conduit 
 Passage, good Liquors, and a good-natur’d Landlord that will be 
 bound for any Body. White Horse, Green-street, Mt. suae. 30. 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 tT Ence we through Magpye Alley cross the Way, 
 ’Thout calling 1 at George Biddle's to smell Hay ; 
 Though ’twere no Sin to slacken in our Haste, 
 
 The Choice of Wines within his Vaults to taste, 
 
 That, spight of Bose , late taken o'er his Head , 
 
 Are good as any sold, both White and Bed ; 
 
 But we to Taps , not Spickets , are confin’d, 
 
 And pass by George with most unwilling Mind, 
 
 To beat the Hoof o’er Lincoln' s-Inn and Fields 
 And see what Newman's Brother's cellar yields. 
 
 A Man that well deserves the Trade he has rais’d, 
 
 For Probity and Courage duly prais’d ; 
 
 For Perseverance in an upright Cause, 
 
 That has in M — — his Downfall gain’d Applause : 
 
 M — from a SNOB, the Last's and Awl's Reproach, 
 That now has trick’d himself into a Coach ; 
 
 And, from a Wretch that scarce deserv’d a Bunter, 
 Struts and looks big, by turning Fortune-Hunter. 
 Much good betide this Lady with her Spouse, 
 
 That has exchang’d her Wealth with broken Vows, 
 With nothing but gross Humours to be fed, 
 
 With Igmorance, and Impotence in Bed : 
 
 While he that has this Lump of Scandal pos’d, 
 
 And with Success his Arrogance oppos’d ; 
 
 May live to gain, I speak it from my Soul, 
 
 By fair Means, what that SNOB has gain’d by foul. 
 
( 48 ) 
 
 ^l^IIough there are some who, with invidious Look, 
 -*■ Have styl’d this Bird more like a Russian Duck, 
 Than what he stands depicted for on Sign, 
 
 He proves he well has croak'd for Prey within ; 
 
 From Massy Tankards form’d of Silver Plate, 
 
 That walk throughout this noted House in State, 
 
 Ever since Eaglesjield , in Anna’s Reign, } 
 
 To Compliment each fortunate Campaign, > 
 
 Made one be hammer’d out for ev’ry Town was ta’en ) 
 Not that Ale-drapings now that Landlords care, 
 
 He’s private now, and waits on City Mayor 3 
 Estated with a Place, and Wealth in store, 
 
 Ready at hand, for purchasing of more. 
 
 But to do Justice to its present Host, 
 
 (Whom by the Way, I caution not to boast 
 Of Number NINE again, to Comp’ny, lest 
 His Wife detect him for a lying Beast,) 
 
 The same’s the Drink , as that wherewith were bought 
 Those Utensils of Plate, enchas’d and wrought. 
 
 Let his Neighbour Bungy too be told, 
 
 Who thinks he cannot for his Worth be sold, 
 
 Take heed, how loud soe’er that Wretch may bellow 
 And roar out, Cleaver is a cleaver Fellow ; 
 
 That he no more, with Trowel in his Hand, 
 
 For Pen}' -Fee, from Lawyers , Tunes command, 
 
 Lest, as one Horse whipp’d soundly in the Temple , 
 
 He next be found Horse-ponded for Example. 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 \XT HAT Mortal dares to Fenwick L — bert say, 
 
 * * Fenwick l the most facetious and the ga} r ! 
 His Liquors are not g'ood as ever fill’d a Dray ? 
 
 ’Tis next to Treason to arraign his Wine, 
 
 And not to speak his Amber clear and fine, 
 
 Ev’n while (he can’t prevent it for his Life) 
 
 His Guests will take that Freedom with his W — fe 
 Since she from Kitchen Language often hears 
 Coarse Appellations flung about her ears ; 
 
 Though, by the by, she’s not so passive grown, 
 
 As not to give for their ill Words her own. 
 
 Here G — t makes his wise Remarks on News, 
 
 And comments on the haughty j R ussian’s Views. 
 Now this way turn his enquiring Ear, 
 
 Now that way, Things of consequence to hear; 
 
 But all in vain, he nodding takes them wrong, 
 
 And answers what to Question don’t belong. 
 
 Here Monumental T—m , with Looks aghast, 1 
 Damns this unlucky Throw, that Dice’s Cast, > 
 
 That makes him upon Tick to break his Fast. \ 
 
 While in Term-time Lane Chancery-Scribblers stump, 
 They drink at King’s Head just against the Pump , 
 To which the Landlord of the House ’tis said, J 
 
 That out , when they get neither Malt or Bread, > 
 
 They drink at Pump against that Royal Head . S 
 
 G 
 
I 50 ) 
 
 Strand- 
 
 lane. 
 
 TVT 0W to the Sign of Fish let’s jog-, 
 
 There to find out a Hampshire Hog, 
 A Man whom none can lay a Fault on, 
 
 The Pink of Courtesie at Alton , 
 
 A Place wdiereof he was the Bampart, 
 Under well-natur’d Captain La — port. 
 
 That often has pour’d down his Chops 
 Wine, and Drink made of Malt and Hops. 
 Heaven’s speed, say I, this honest Host, 
 Grant that his Labours mayn’t be lost 
 But g-ain him Food both Boil’d and Boast; 
 That he the Boat of Life may Trim , 
 
 And in the Sea of Bus’ness Swim ; 
 
 So as to bring- about his Wishes, 
 
 While his Guests drink like any Fishes ; 
 Like to the Salmon on his Sign, 
 
 Which tells without, what’s Sold within : 
 May he, so prays the Man whose Metre, 
 
 Is wish’d for his sake to be better, 
 
 Get ten times more by social guzzling, 
 
 Than e’er he did by Bu — ing Muslin ; 
 
 Or Brandies, that no Customs paid, 
 
 To carry on the Smuggling Trade, 
 
 And Dues on Contrabands evade : 
 
 Since he can never act a Sham, 
 
 That to Swines Tail prefers a HAM, 
 
 For that’s our jovial Landlord’s Name. 
 
( 51 ) 
 
 tT Ence turning’ on the left down Dutchy-lane , 
 
 In quest of Ale or Beer that’s Fine and Plain ; 
 Of Wines to please at once the Taste and Sig’ht 
 And whet to further Draughts your Appetite ) 
 
 Call at the Anchor and the Horse's Shoe , I 
 
 Where all Things that invite are plac’d in View, \ 
 A neat clean House and cleanly Landlord too ; \ 
 
 Worthy of Guests, such is his Port and Dress, 
 
 That owe their high Descent to noble Race \ 
 
 Since though his Rooms with lower Life are stor’d, 
 He has wherewith to entertain a Lord 
 Here the best Gin produc’d from Holland's Soil, 
 Regales the Palate full as smooth as Oyl, 
 
 Ev’n while it makes the Breast with warmth to glow, 
 And the Blood briskly through its Vessels flow, 
 
 When Pipes of Sheffield's and of Fustian's Weed, 
 Those heart-reviving Draughts of course succeed. 
 
 Not that this Wake — n, so the Landlord’s named, 
 
 Is equally for Skill in Horseflesh fam’d ] 
 
 Since, but of late, his Ignorance was found, 
 
 In ofFring Seven for Steed worth Seventy Pound \ 
 But this, and’s Journey to the *Isle of Dogs, 
 
 May only be giv’n out by tea zing Rogues ; 
 
 Nor is’t so heinous, as some say, to Trip, 
 
 Into the Thames , when one is drunk with Flip. 
 
 * To which Place our Host went to see his Horse, and to his 
 great Mortification found him dead in a Ditch, with both his Eyes 
 pick’d out. 
 
( 52 ) 
 
 T-f AME likewise, tho’ it infamously speaks 
 J ~ Of the lewd Master of the Housed Tricks, 
 
 Tells of good Liquor sold at Tommy P — ks. 
 
 Member, as he'll himself with Pride assure ye, 
 
 For the Old Hundreds of the Lane called Drury . 
 Ranger in Chief of all the Buxom Does, 
 
 The Confines of that spacious Park inclose ; 
 
 Wherein there’s not one Harlot or a Strum , 
 Unknown to him by Name, or Place of Home : 
 
 Since ’tis his Business, now his amorous Fires, \ 
 Have lost their Strength, and his own Heat expires, [ 
 To hunt the Bitches down with Country Squires : ) 
 
 For that’s the Name by which those Gentry go 
 Without Distinction, whether High or Low, 
 
 As he turns Pander for his Rustick Chaps, > 
 
 And furnishes them for Gold, with swinging Claps, > 
 With all the Train of Venues Mishaps ; } 
 
 While the deluded Youth come far and near, \ 
 
 To drink his Belch, and his Deb — ches hear, y 
 
 And suck their Ruin in at Mouth and ear. \ 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 (^r Those G-entlemen that can furnish the Author with any Hints 
 that may contribute towards the further Advancement of this 
 Work, are desir’d to direct them to Ferdinando Taplash at the 
 Sign of Old Seignior John, in Turnbull-street, and they shall be 
 carefully inserted ill our next. 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 TVT OW if with Home-brew’d Liquors you’d be drunk, 
 And have your Eyes yut out with Clouds of 
 
 [Funck ; 
 
 If among* noisie Brawls and Feuds you’d be ; 
 
 And Dovers- Court in full Perfection see. 
 
 To J — eh — n’s Lime- Kiln instantly repair, 
 
 You’ll find out what you’re come in search of there ; 
 While Tankards that Half Pints of Derby hold, 
 
 Travel amain to flush the sots that scold, 
 
 And give fresh Vigour to their restless Tongues, 
 Unwearied with its Words and sland’rous Wrongs. 
 Here Fools and Blockheads sip away their Wealth, 
 And pay down Money for their Loss of Health, 
 
 And in such Tiny Vehicles as those, 
 
 They drown their Peace of Mind and sweet Repose, 
 And ’stead of moist’ning what they call their Clay , 
 Parch it quite into Dust, and dry it to Decay. 
 
 Since whatsoe’er Pretences some may make, 
 
 This Drink’s the Liquor of the Stygian Lake ; 
 
 Has murther’d more, though it be clearly fine, 
 
 Than the two Guns that lay across the Sign. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Kiug’s-bead in M — mouth- Street, 
 Potent Beer and Money lent (at 50 per Cent.) to Old Garment 
 Cryers. Crown in Little-Drury, fine Derby. Bose and Crown 
 in Long-acre. This Drink is so powerful, that if the Landlord 
 thrashes his Customers out of Doors, they cannot leave his 
 House. Enquire of fat Jack Str — on, a Painter, and know further. 
 Sun and Apple-tree in White-hart-yard, a swarm of Taylors ! 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 Garden. 
 
 T^Ronting that House wherein fam'd Gibb — s dwells, 
 Gibb—s ! that in the Healing* Art excels ! 
 
 A Serpent raises his erected Crest, 
 
 And seems as if he at Beholders hiss'd. 
 
 This Beast, or Reptile, call him what you please, 
 
 It matters not what Appellation's his, 
 
 Hang*s out above, that Passengers may know 
 He's there Observant of what’s done below ; 
 
 To see that every Man for Pint or Pot, 
 
 Pay down the Ready soon as it is brought ; 
 
 For here no formal compliment is us'd, 
 
 Out with your Copper, or your Drink's refus’d ; 
 
 For Coin in Hand, the Drink from Hand is given, 
 
 The Buyer and the Seller both are even, 
 
 This Practice Barret to's Advantage found, 
 
 And by it left his Son Five thousand Pound, 
 
 Who likewise knew it of important Use, . 
 
 To regulate the Dissolute and the Loose, ( 
 
 In Bar to such, as try’d to bilk the House. \ 
 
 [Nor would that Custom if reviv'd agen, 
 
 Fail of the like Success 'twas crown'd with then ; 
 
 Since where's the same quick Draught of humming 
 
 [Beer, 
 
 There can't be the minutest Cause to fear 
 Decrease of Trade, and Proof has made it plain, 
 
 Good Liquors always must bring in good Gain. 
 
( 55 ) 
 
 Hell at Westminster, a famous Eating 
 
 House. 
 
 H Ence we to HELL in Westminster advance, 
 
 Where LAWYERS, not the DEVIL, lead the dance ; 
 Where Litigant, outragious for their Eees, 
 Unmercifully Clients Pockets squeeze: 
 
 And for their Own, not their Advantage bawl, 
 
 With Throats extended, round the spacious Hall : 
 
 This Hospitable Roof, for such the Guest, 
 
 Will find it, when with Hunger he’s oppress’d, 
 
 Or Thirst unsated, tho* miscalled in Name, 
 
 Knows not a House of a Superior Fame. 
 
 But if to please nice Appetites we’re given, 
 
 Claims the Precedence of its Neighb’ring Heav’n ; 
 
 Far, very far, those mock Delights surpassing 
 In Meats, in Drinks, and in true Skill of Dressing ; 
 
 In all Conveniences for Sight and Fast, 
 
 And easie Reckonings brought in at last : 
 
 Since, if we to Will Thomas give his due, 
 
 He’s the best Cook, and best of Victuallers too, 
 
 Here Chequer Barons on Low Monday fed, , 
 
 Dine Yearly in Judge Abacus his Stead, 
 
 Treated by Sherief with Fowls and many a choice Calves Head. 
 Here, to do Justice to this grateful Cell, 
 
 We see fulfill’d what Sacred Writings tell, 
 
 In many a Rich- Man Customer to Hell. 
 
 While Heav’n does not Emphatically prove, 
 
 None but the Poor within its Regions move. 
 
( 50 ) 
 
 H ERE I should stop, since Ancient Poets tell, 
 
 There’s no Return when once we’re got to Hell : 
 
 But as when Traveller with Journey tyr’d, \ 
 
 Sees his own Mansion-House, long since desir’d, ( 
 
 Joy wantons in his Face, and he’s with Ardor fir’d, i 
 
 To take a sweet Repast within the Dome, ' 
 
 Which most delights, because it’s called his Home, 
 
 So I at distant Sight of Crown and Rolls, 
 
 That all my Body’s Faculties Ensouls, 
 
 Enlivens every Artery and Vein, 
 
 And tunes me up to a much nobler Strain, 
 
 Take my Farewell of Water mix’d with Grains, 
 
 To drink these Heavenly Dews that Humphreys’s house contains. 
 Wine ! Generous Wine! that every Want supplies, 
 
 Gives Peace to restless Minds, and Light to darkned Eyes. 
 
 Here, here, when anxious Cares oppress my Breast, 
 
 And Storms, from Fortune’s Frowns, deny me Rest, 
 
 When there’s no Prospect of Recovery seen, 
 
 And all things scowl Without, look dark within ; 
 
 I with full Glass to Sorrows put an End, 
 
 And drown them in a Bottle and a Friend. 
 
 O may this kind, well-natur’d Vintner wear, ^ 
 
 The just Rewards of all his Toil and Care, \ 
 
 And never have a single Room to spare. S 
 
 May he go on, fresh Customers to gain, 
 
 And still his Old in wonted Crowds retain ; 
 
 Since not one Tavern in the Town can boast, 
 
 A fuller Concourse, or more pleasing Host ; 
 
 Whose Countenance upon his Guests does shine 
 And recommend its Owner with his Wine. 
 
 
A 
 
 GUIDE 
 
 FOE 
 
 itymt 
 
 Cfje ^ctonU part. 
 
 BEING 
 
 A Description of the 4fHanner£ and Customs of 
 the most Eminent PublicJc Souses , in and about the 
 Cities of London and Westminster , 
 
 WITH 
 
 A HINT on the PEOPS (or Principal Customers) 
 of each HOUSE. 
 
 In a Method so plain that any Thirsty Person 
 (of the meanest Capacity) may easily find the nearest Way 
 from one House to another. 
 
 Done by several HANDS. 
 
 SUluatrateK fottl) proper Cuts. 
 
 Sold by T. Bickerton in Pater-noster-Eow. 
 
a&ummcrntnt. 
 
 uP^Eorge Clements is desired to take Notice, That we 
 received his Letter, and detach’d two of our 
 Malt-inquiring Topers to the Royal Head at the Three 
 Cranes ; but as our Messengers met with saucy Lan- 
 guage from the Hostess, we pass by that House, as 
 not worthy a Page in our Book. 
 
 W e beg pardon of Tom Man (of Leadenh — Street ) 
 for not taking Notice of his great Wooden Pot-Book ; 
 and for omitting to insert Capt. B — d , as one of his 
 principal Props. 
 
 Other Souses of Note , near the White-Lyon , mentioned on the 
 other side , viz. : — 
 
 The Adam and Sve (honest Drake’s') a pleasant House, the 
 Liquors right Good : In His Garden you may see Tame Pheasants 
 and Partridges, and sometimes Tame PULLETS. 
 
 Whit — at the White-Mart is a great dealer in Horses : He 
 sells fine Amber Beer, but is a mortal Enemy to a little Vessel ; 
 for if you call for a Pint, he brings up a Quart, and tells you Se 
 carCt drink out of a lesser Gage l and this he does with such a 
 pleasing Air that I think no Man can be angry at. 
 
 How come we to the Bunch of Grapes , honest Totter from 
 Newport- Pagnel — a courteous Host and Hostess; and Mrs. Mary 
 good-condition’d and obliging : — rare Two-peny, and Mild Beer ; 
 and if I must speak the Truth, I think his BOB at 3 half-pence a 
 Hoggin, exceeds Martin’s at 2d. At this House you may depend 
 on good Usage. 
 
 The Bull in Old-Street , affords mighty Bub, and so does the 
 opposite Cock ; but he that is for a Dish of Eun, with good drink, 
 let him repair to old Flying-hog' s at the Ball in Ghei*ry-tree 
 Alley. 
 
( 3 ) 
 
 N OW for a Landlord, who let us know, 
 
 That he has more than two Strings to his Bow, 
 
 Of Three Signs, all at once, hangs out a furious shew, 
 Furious indeed, as they’re in Paint express’d 
 But since defunct, the meerest Coward’s jest, 
 
 For if the Proverb’s Credit we rely on, 
 
 A living Dog surpasses a dead Lyon, 
 
 Bat Adages aside as Things improper, 
 
 This is Bob T — ly’s Mansion, Buck — y’s Cooper, 
 
 A Man, who fearless of Domestick Strife, 
 
 Carries on Love-Intrigues before his Wife ; 
 
 Dares in Despight of her two Bows of Teeth, 
 
 Bring her huge Bams-horns Home from Mistress Sm — th ; 
 Which she, good Woman, courteously receives, 
 
 And causes to be tipp’d with Gulden leaves ; 
 
 While in requital to his Gift, betwixt 
 The two Brow- An tiers, is a cup affix’d, 
 
 To be Drunk off by ev’ry Cuckold Guest, 
 
 And our good Host himself, among the rest. 
 
 The Props that are this House’s chief Support, 
 
 Is Hol — s, who justly now sits a la Mort ; 
 
 And though he has been frolicksome of late, 
 
 With Whims of # Apparitions in his Pate, 
 
 Now mourns his Son’s, and not his Garden’s Fate. 
 
 Dame P — xtox, and her Daughter too are seen, 
 
 Thirsty Promoters of our Landlord’s Gin, 
 
 Of which a Gallon at a time is laid, 
 
 For Draughts at night, beneath the latter’s Bed. 
 
 Old rotten Cheese here likewise Nightly sits, 
 
 And with his Spouse, gets drunk for what she Knits. 
 
 # This Apparition, which was said to do much Mischief in the 
 Garden among the young plants, appear’d at last to be only — ’s 
 great Dog. 
 
( 4 ) 
 
 Ngland's bless’d Martyr’s Head next claims our 
 
 [Call, 
 
 A House that rises by that Monarch’s Fall , 
 
 Kept by a Man, who though his Name is Mead , 
 
 A Name distinguish'd by a factious Breed, 
 
 Detests the bloody Crew that caus’d that impious Deed. 
 Faithful to Felt — m’s and to Dold — ’s Cause, 
 H’Accounts as justly, as he justly Draws. 
 
 In both Capacities of Clerk, and Host, 
 
 True to the Duties of his double Post ; 
 
 Since none can better keep his Mart}r’s Book, 
 
 None better after his own Business look, 
 
 As, though a Tap-House, every Place is clean, 
 
 Good Usag , e and g*ood Liquors found within. 
 
 Here Br — wn the Cooper to the Brew-house near, 
 
 By Drinking*, shews this Ken excels for Beer : 
 
 Here Johny Sm — c?, whose Taste has oft been try’d, 
 Quart after Quart, with all the Tribe beside, 
 
 That wait upon the Boiler , or the Dray ; 
 
 Spend all the vacant Hours of Night and Day ; 
 
 So, there’s no doubt, but where the Brewers come, 
 Good Drink must freight that hospitable Dome, 
 
 For Grocer eats himself no rotten Plumb. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. The two Brewers, honest Cuz Coo, 
 Landlord, the Coopers Arras, the Black Horse, all in Chiswell 
 Street, and all eminent for brave Beer. But O rare Ben Johnson 
 in Whitecross- Street ! Bell ditto, good Wine and good Beer. 
 
Chiswell 
 
 Street 
 
 B Uilfc in the last of England’s Henry’s Days, 
 Here Trade increases in this Pyle’s Decays. 
 
 The Fabrick seem3 just sinking to our Eyes, 
 Yet we behold its Owner’s Grains to rise. 
 
 Nun Sollard boast, no House with Regal Sign, 
 
 Can shew a greater Stock of Quests than thine. 
 
 John Winchurch (or if Reason good you see 
 To call John Winchurch, Jack of Newberry) 
 
 Since on a time in the foremention’d Reign, 
 
 Annals speak not Story false and vain, 
 
 Possess’d Two hundred looms in one Abode, 
 
 And had Five Hundred Servants at his Nod ; 
 
 Clothier famous, and of high Renown, 
 
 None Wealthier than himself in City, Court, or Town. 
 Nor does thy House, if thou’ll’t Account fall short 
 Of Quests in full as num’rous a Resort ; 
 
 Fortell but Noses, that come there, they’l speak, 
 
 Thee to have twice two hundred in a Week ; 
 
 Who, for the sake of Liquors therein sold, 
 
 Frequent it, Blind and Lame, and Young and Old. 
 Thither old H — l, the Metal Whitner hies, 
 
 When Thirst, and that is oft, his Thorax dries ; 
 
 Full of Discourse, that tells us, o’er and o’er, 
 
 Years he has us’d it more than Forty Four. 
 
 Thither Miss Betty, or Will. Delaforce 
 An Ideot, more like to a Thief than Horse, 
 
 For Qratis Quzzle, many a time repairs, 
 
 And is made Qame of while he Sports and Sneers ; 
 Yet, ’though at’s Folly Phillips shake his sides, 
 
 He rides Sir Tim, that in the Coach-box rides. 
 
Little Moor-Fields. 
 
 rPHE Proverb says, and who’d a Proverb cross, 
 
 8 That Stones, when rolling, gather little Moss ; 
 
 ’Tis well, if this same saying hit not Home, 
 
 Ben — t, the Vagrant Landlord of this Dome, 
 
 Who, in the space of one revolving Year, 
 
 Has in four different Tenements sold Beer. 
 
 Pirst giv’n to Change, and Volatile in Will, 
 
 He left the George, for Swan at Dow gate-hill ; 
 
 Thence as the Maggot bit his Nob again, 
 
 He went to Woolpack’s Sign in Poster-lane, 
 
 Where he a while drew Drink, and thriv’d a-pace, 
 
 Yet, for all that, now settles in this Place ; 
 
 Nay, what would make a Satyristso grin, 
 
 Gives Burch one Hundred Pounds to fix therein. 
 
 The two chief Props that loiter here for Bub, 
 
 Are Prick-louse B — l — n, and fam’d Captain Scrub. 
 
 The first avers h’had Threescore Shirts forsooth, 
 
 And twice two Dozen Pair of Shoes, in Truth ; 
 
 Add we to this, his Courage next I pray, 
 
 When on November’s Thirty second Day, 
 
 He fought with several Highwaymen at Mims, 
 
 And had his hat shot through its very Brims. 
 
 The last’s so called from being Harlot’s Cully, 
 
 Who tipp’d him Nag and Piddle for his Polly. 
 
 Neither’s by Ben— t, as no Chap can gain-say, 
 
 Field in Esteem like his Dogs Ciss and Pancie. 
 
 Ben — t, who fearing they should break their Best, 
 
 Gives Lodger that’s benighted from his Nest, 
 
 And craves Admittance, this Ungracious Answer 
 
 That he may go his Way, and e’en Back-up with* Grandsire. 
 
 * A Watchman so called. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. The King’s Arms, the Green-house 
 and the Golden blind, all fam’d for good Liquors, rare Damson, 
 Gooseberry, Basberry, and Currant Wine, sold only at the Horse 
 and Groom opposite to Moorfields. 
 
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 ~1VT EXT to Moor’s Gate, across the Field so nam’d, 
 You’ll find a House for courteous Usage fam’d, 
 The very Sight of ’t, at your Entrance in, 
 Speaks the good Hostess to be neat and clean ; 
 
 Who, not for Want, but for Employment Trades, 
 
 And makes good Servants of three handsome Maids, 
 That in their proper sphere observant move, 
 
 Two in the lower room, and one above. 
 
 Ar’t ready, pretty Maid ? says City Beau, 
 
 Yes Sir, cries Moll, that never answers, No, 
 
 And straight supplies the Fop with Dish or Glass, 
 
 That looks most wishfully upon her Face, 
 
 And views her swelling Bubbies, as they rise 
 Conscious of no Design, with guilty eyes ; 
 
 Or, if she to the Coffee-Mill repair, 
 
 And juts about her Tayl with nimble Air ; 
 
 What Thoughts unchast those Motions in him form, 
 Ev’n while the Girl is innocent of Harm ! 
 
 Nor is the Lass that keeps the Bar, though free, 
 
 Less decently behav’d and chaste, than she, 
 
 But at your Service, whensoe’er you call, 
 
 For Liquor in the List against the Wall, 
 
 That hangs drawn at full length in spacious Words, 
 
 To tell the different Sorts this House affords, 
 
 Which every Customer must hold confess’d, 
 
 Are, in their kind, the nicest and the best : 
 
 Ev’n such as Proud New Eiver’s Chapman please, 
 
 Who struts o’er others of more high Degrees, 
 
 That more agreeably this Mansion use, 
 
 Of universal Note, for universal News. 
 
(8 ) 
 
 Moor-Fields. 
 
 I N Moor’s most pleasant Field, where Northern Lads 
 With Western Youths, contend for broken Heads, 
 And where our Wealthy Citizens repair 
 To lengthen out their Lives with wholesome Air : 
 Joining to Trotter’s famous Castle, stands 
 A noted Mansion built by artful Hands ; 
 
 Where Young or Old, at small Expense, may find 
 Delightful Pastimes to refresh the Mind. 
 
 Hither tbe sprightly Genius has recourse, 
 
 To practise riding on the Elying-Horse ; 
 
 Where, Danger-free, he thro’ the Air may scow’r, 
 
 And, void of Wings, fly fifty Miles an Hour ; 
 
 Nor that has this Courser, tho’ he runs so fast, 
 
 One living Leg to expedite his hast, 
 
 Yet carries double, treble, if requir’d, 
 
 But never stumbles, or is ever tir’d. 
 
 As for the pregnant Wife, or tim’rous Maid, 
 
 Who fear, perhaps, to mount so swift a Pad, 
 
 Here’s a true South Sea Coach, that sporting flies 
 Between the humbler Earth and lofty skyes, 
 
 Manag’d to rise and fall with little Pains, 
 
 Like that uncertain Stock that turns our Brains. 
 
 Liquors, the best, are also vended here 
 Erom Heav’nlv Punch to Halsey’s Noble Beer, 
 
 By gen’rous Whitehead, who deserves the Bays 
 Erom all the Sons of Malt that Merit praise ; 
 
 Therefore, if any should these Truths distrust, 
 
 The Elying-Horse will prove the Poet just, 
 
 Thither repair and you will surely find, 
 
 Your Entertainment good, and Landlord kind. 
 
Old 
 
 Bedlam 
 
 F ROM this well natur’d Man, well pleas’d we pass 
 To a most ill-behav’d affected Ass ; 
 
 A Man whose Mind of quite another Cast, 
 Disdains Advice, and Soars above his Last : 
 
 As he, with starch’d Demeanour makes a Pause, 
 
 And struts behind the Liquor which he draws, 
 
 Q-iving no Answer to a Question made, 
 
 Though its of Service to promote his Trade. 
 
 Morose and Insolent, perhaps because 
 
 His Namesake understood Beae-Gabden Laws, 
 
 And has obtain’d a reputable Word 
 Tor many a lucky Bout at Staff and Sword. 
 
 Be that his Pride — it grieves me to my Soul, 
 
 To sink so low as Hockley in the Hole ; 
 
 Yet since my Pen has to this Thought giv’n Yent, 
 
 Let him e’en take the Saying as its meant, 
 
 To bring him to a knowledge of his Post, 
 
 And make him learn the Duty of an Host ; 
 Henceforward, when a Customer comes in, 
 
 T’accost him, freely, not to cock his Chin. 
 
 For howsoe’er Glass-makers, neighb’ring by. 
 
 May from the Nature of their Work be dry, 
 
 Howsoe’er Thirst may rage within their Throats, 
 
 And make them send for Two-Peny by Groats ; 
 
 What Crouds soe’er may fill each antique Room, 
 
 Long us’d to Spittle and Tobacco’s Fume : 
 
 In fine, how much soe’er his Liquor’s Fame, 
 Contributes to advance his House’s name : 
 
 None but a Sot, who’s nought but good Drink heeding, 
 But will avoid it for the Master’s Breeding. 
 
 Advertisement. Mr. Pricksmall at the Homs in Moorelane sells 
 good drink ; at his house Mother Shipton’s Prophecy is always 
 before your eyes ; for the Females Flock here to banter my Land- 
 lord on his Name. This is the Bucks-horns, but my Lord Miller’s 
 is the Bull’s-horns ; the Eagle and Child and the White-horse, are 
 also in this Lane, Fly your Kite ! 
 
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 S O much for Stiffness and a Lord-like Air, 
 
 Let Gayety be next the Muse’s Care, 
 
 A jovial, sensible and courteous Man, 
 
 Here represents himself in honest Dan. 
 
 From Chidley’s Eace see this Descendant sprung, 
 A name that has in Eecord flourish’d long ; 
 
 Famous for many a Match with running Horse, 
 
 And distancing its Eivals in the Course : 
 
 Though now, in him we see no other Stir, 
 
 Than who draws Wine, or Beer ? a coming Sir. 
 
 As in his stead, his Sign with radiant Face, 
 
 Shows us the Sun that daily runs its race, 
 
 To bring this Landlord in Increase of Gain, 
 
 Which flows upon him from the Grape and Grain. 
 Much good may those Emoluments produce 
 He’s sure to put them to a gen’rous use ; 
 
 To make it by his customers be seen, 
 
 His House is like his Liquors, neat and clean. 
 Whether for Horwood’s Drink he takes our Coyn, 
 Or else accepts it for fam’d Austin’s Wine, 
 TTnmixed, and of itself most exquisitely fine. 
 
 The first he draws, in Common with the Beer, 
 
 That’s sold at the Black Dog in Shoreditch Fair. 
 For so ’tis justly styled from the Eesort, 
 
 Of shoals of Malt-Worms, there to Drink and Sport. 
 Attentive to Decline of Night from Noon, 
 
 To hear the Clock play the Haymaker’s Tune. 
 
 The last, I mean his Wine, that needs no Brewer, 
 
 Is of good Yent, and of good Words secure. 
 
 # Other Houses of Note. The Bull in Hart-street, mighty 
 Bub : Magpye at Cripplegate, very good Beer. Plough in Fore- 
 street, a Tenement to Lett. 
 
( 11 ) 
 
 TJ Ere Justice Ball , or, while our Hand is in 
 
 At Nick-names, lives demure Sir Thomas Thin; 
 A Man, than whom no house has juster got, 
 
 For drawing us full Measure in his Pot ; 
 
 And giving Notice, if his Drink’s not good. 
 
 That such a Sort is not so Right as ’t shou’d. 
 
 Fain would this Landlord, tho ’ meer Shin and Bone , 
 And almost dwindled to a Skeleton , 
 
 Be counted Fat, and for that Purpose cries, 
 
 He should be choak’d, but for Tap-Exercise, 
 
 In drawing York’s Pale- Ale, or Bull’s Milk Beer , 
 And right Barbadoes Rum , that’s neat and clear. 
 
 O’er these, and other Liquors clean and nice, 
 
 Each Monday, Tradesmen Club it for a Sice ; 
 
 Who once a year, of different Sorts of Callings, 
 
 Do what some Married People call Bear-hawling ; 
 That is, take out their Wives into the Fields, 
 
 And see what chear some neighboring Village yields ; 
 Tho’ not till they sometime before have stoop’d, 
 
 To clear the Way for Coats too widely hoop’d. 
 
 Of these the Chief is Doctor Py — ne, who still 
 Crys out Mild , Betty, mind, your Tankard Jill! 
 
 The Lawyer calls, Where now stands Parson Lug 9 
 For want of Drink you will my Spirits clog . 
 
 There’s thy Senaclierib too, a season’d Quaker, 
 
 Of Female Jobbs a doughty Undertaker; 
 
 Who, by Report, has made his Comrades Mirth, 
 
 By putting of his * Worm within their Earth . 
 
 # i.e. Hicjubeo! 
 
( 12 ) 
 
 T HE Man that keeps this House is for his Part 
 An Honest Eellow and a Grenerous Heart; 
 Buso, who’s tall and goodly to the Sight, 
 
 A Son of Anak for his tow’ring height, 
 
 Though in his Temper a true Israelite. 
 
 Ne’er e’en at Home, will this Man grudge to spend 
 His Three Pence with a Customer, or Eriend, 
 
 And entertain him with diverting Chat 
 Over a Liquor that’s call’d This and That. 
 
 Of which old Drury several times a Day, 
 
 Makes half Pints o’er and o’er to come in Play, 
 
 One at a time as often as he calls, 
 
 And takes a Pipe and Smokes, and Drinks and Spawls 
 Thence at the Tavern ’tis his Custom still, 
 
 Over another Pipe to drink a Gill. 
 
 Kettle too cannot, though he’s Lame and Weak, 
 
 But hither limp with, in each Hand, a Stick, 
 
 The Drink here set on broach, and here alone, 
 
 Being attractive like the Loadstone grown, 
 
 That Iron, Motionless, can to it Eorce, 
 
 And towards its Embraces bend its Course. 
 
 John Calvin’s Jehu, for Sedition ripe, 
 
 Cants likewise of Religion o’er his Pipe ; 
 
 While captious Doble, Turnkey to the Pews, 
 
 The Saints in Mttgwel-Street, at Meeting use. 
 
 Calls for half Pint of Two-penny amain, 
 
 And then slips out to come and call again. 
 
 But P — the Painter (with his Brother Str — ton 
 That is of humming Bouze a very Glutton, 
 
 Whene’er the Tyre-smith Tom commands full Cup, 
 (And pulls most lustily) cries, Sup her up. 
 
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 Bishopsgate- 
 
 Street. 
 
 N Ext Avery Hobbs his Mansion bids us stop, 
 
 And in it drink a very hearty Cup ; 
 
 Six Go-downs , upon Hep, of Threps , or take 
 Bumpers of finer Liquors Super nac ; 
 
 Both, in their kind, as good as can be found 
 In any Publick House on English Ground : 
 
 The very Sign invites us at the Door, 
 
 But, oh ! the Landlord, and his Treatment more ! 
 
 This Man of Men, believe me not to joke, 
 
 Lives, tho' his Neck has, by a Fall, been broke ; 
 
 A Fall, that kill'd the Mare upon the Spot, 
 
 On Back of which he was advent'rous got: 
 
 As Escup alius, in Baker's Shape, 
 
 Set him to Rights, and caus’d him to Escape. 
 
 So, if great Things to little we compare, 
 
 And Marlborough's Horse be nam’d with Hobbs's 
 The Princely Chief that does this House adorn, [Mare, 
 With Looks that speak him for good Actions born, 
 Once in HamellicHs Field, to Conquest flew, 
 
 Spar'd by the Bullet that his Courser slew. 
 
 But not to blend Affairs of War with Trade, 1 
 
 On which alone, our present Scheme is laid, > 
 
 Tho' he sells Ale , this Host's a Vintner bred ; > 
 
 And howsoe'er nor White, nor lied he vends, 
 
 Is, by a Sort of Wine- Trade, make Amends ; 
 
 Since Gentry that frequent his House, lay down, 
 
 A Sice for every Bottle of their own. 
 
( 14 ) 
 
 Bridewel-ally, 
 
 Southwark. 
 
 H ERE England’s Red Tribunal having brought 
 
 Men of Black Dealing, and much Blacker Thought, 
 Live by an Office, Adjective a House, 
 
 Whereof the Managers ben’t worth a Souse ; 
 
 Because, if every Person had his own, 
 
 This House of Office had been never known. 
 
 I speak not this, to run upon the Mint, 
 
 Or shew a Heart obdurate as a Elint ; 
 
 But since such Offices are suffer’d there, 
 
 Why does not the Knight-Marshal enter’s Prayer ? 
 
 Especially since D by there resides, 
 
 That takes off Scollops from his Prisoners Sides. 
 
 Alas for W — ed, only now in Sight, 
 
 Before your Pace he carries on the Bite, 
 
 Like Eellow that in Street or Corner crys, 
 
 My Balls will take out Spots before your Eyes ; 
 
 When all he boasts does only make appear, 
 
 The Money’s spent, the Spender ne’er the near : 
 
 Since ev’ry sign of Dirt and Grease remains, 
 
 And he that takes the Coat to clean it, Stains. 
 
 Little Jack H — t, I know him for a Trap, 
 
 Buns swiftly, and is skilful at a Bap ; 
 
 Oft does this Man of Laws, illegal, Talk, 
 
 Seen oft on Temple’s Affidavit- Walk, 
 
 While three or four soliciting Assistants, 
 
 Speak Angel Court from Angels far at Distance. 
 
 Other Houses of Note. Golden Lyon, near the Church, Dick 
 M — ns, a broken Cheesemonger, then a Bum, set up an Inn at 
 Salisbury, broke, came to Town, put his Bald Nag into Nosegay 
 Sarah’s Stable, and so became Master of this Ken. 
 
 The King’s-head, kept by one-ey’d E and his very good- 
 
 natur’d hopping Wife, a house of the same stamp. 
 
 Bose and Crown, in Bose and Crown-court, an honest soul. 
 
 Horseshoe by the Bench — Jonney, my dear Honey, is the 
 Beckoning paid ? — Bising Sun, if the Drink was as good as they 
 are lofty ; ’twould be the best Bub in the whole Borough. 
 
Near St. George’s Church. 
 
 XX Ere, boon companion , give, me leave to warn you, 
 Look sharp’s the W ord, Fcenum halet in Cornu ! 
 The fawning Miscreant that owns this Home, 
 
 Preys upon all the Guests that hither come. 
 
 Cajoles them to their Ruin, Inch by Inch, 
 
 Sent thence to starve in Prison, call’d King's-Bench , 
 When they at the Expence of Habeas Corpus , 
 
 Turn themselves over for another Purpose. 
 
 To ask what Tribe frequent this House, ’tis vain, 
 Here Turnkeys, Tipstaves, Waiters, jointly drain, 
 
 Poor Debtors out of every Jack of Cole, 
 
 Without Compunction, or Remorse of Soul. 
 
 The Prisoner, first transmitted by the J udge, 
 
 Is carried into the King’s- Bench’s Lodge \ 
 
 Where, left by Tip , who bids his Charge God-by, 
 
 J — s comes, and casting round a learing E} T e, 
 
 Accosts the Leeches planted near him, thus, 
 
 Masters , your Humble ! Is he One of us ? 
 
 Answer’d in the Affirmative, (to pass 
 A Compliment) then to him drinks a Glass ; 
 
 Conducts him from the Turnkey, to his House, 
 
 And crys, Moll , use him hinclly , to his Spouse ; 
 
 This Gentleman’ s my Friend ! This done, he says, 
 Master l each Guest his Entrance- B ottle pays. 
 
 Hoh ! Moll, strait fetch a Bottle of choice lied . 
 
 Then leaves him by himself, to scratch his Head ; 
 
 Till Dinner calls, when fresh Demands ensue, 
 
 And antient Customs are brought in a-new ; 
 
 Such as for Garnish , Sir , a Bottle more , 
 
 A Quartern for your going to the Door , 
 
 Another, till he’s sent, as has been said before. 
 
( 1C ) 
 
 Bird-Cage- Ally, Southwark. 
 
 r PHE Coxcomb of a bluff conceited Host, 
 
 That swaggers here, and thinks to rule the Roast, 
 Is Bost—ck , who still jangling* with his Wife, 
 
 Leads her, as she deserves, a weary Life ; 
 
 Since to make no more Words of this same Matter, 
 None but himself can match her for ill Nature. 
 
 Upon his Sign, to shew its Owner’s Wit, 
 
 Gill Ale is with an Air of Quackery writ, 
 
 Truly prepar'd, and recommended by 
 
 Fam’d Doctor Bostock, which in short’s a Lye; 
 
 But who can hope for Truth within a Place, 
 
 Where not one Symptom’s to be found of Grace. 
 
 Here likewise, smoaking over Mild and Stale, 
 
 Sate D — by, Keeper of Knight Marshal’s Goal, 
 
 Here one-ey’d H—ll a Judge’s Tipstaff late 
 Now clerk of the Enquiries, drinks in State; 
 
 Justly call’d Father by our Dame, ’tis true, 
 
 Since without him there would be nought to do. 
 
 When not a flinging the merry Main elsewhere, 
 
 Or at the Pliaroah Bank in Hampstead Air ; 
 
 M — gan with him, joint Landlord of the Ground, 
 Whereon Leigh's Booth and Bulloch's to be found. 
 Here o’er a Tankard and a Pipe receive 
 Such Monies as the Doctor's pleas’d to give ; 
 
 Who, though the Steward styles himself forsooth, 
 
 Not only Landlord of the Ground, but Booth ; 
 
 But less Amendments n % here there's little said , 
 
 Hist for the Wench that was this Doctor’s-Maid. 
 
( 17 ) 
 
 N O House of Entertainment far or near, 
 
 Can outvie this for Potency of Beer ; 
 
 For Punch, for Bum, and Brandy’s speedy Vent, 
 
 The Liquors, and the [Reckonings, give Content ; 
 
 All TJtensils within so clean and neat, 
 
 You might almost, if it were decent, eat * 
 
 Upon the Floor, whereon you place your Feet. 
 
 This shews good Huswifry, and speaks the Fame, 
 
 Of the well-temper’d hospitable Dame, 
 
 Whose Olive Branches round her Table spread, 
 
 Display the fruits of a most faithful Bed. 
 
 But above all, when you the Landlord see, 
 
 You view a Man that is genteely free, 
 
 Without Impertinence a jovial Host, 
 
 Ever within the Boundaries of his Post, 
 
 Easie and unaffected in Address, 
 
 Either to greater Customers, or less 
 Commanders and Commanded both, still seem, 
 
 Equally to depart home pleas’d by him, 
 
 Whose smooth Behaviour will abide the Test, 
 
 Of the most haughty and most humble Guest, 
 
 Add we to these Delights of Sight and Taste, 
 
 That if your Eyes are on the Ceiling cast, 
 
 Thence pendent hang such Parities, as might 
 Be proper Objects for a G-reshamite; 
 
 Furnish his Curiosity with more 
 Wonders of Nature than he saw before, 
 
 In fine, though too much cannot well be said, ^ 
 
 On such a fertile subject-dealing Head, J 
 
 As these are Wonders, wond’rous is this House’s Trade. ' 
 
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( 18 > 
 
 fields. 
 
 J ohn Andrews, alias upright John, whose gate 
 Speaks him erect, and as an Arrow strait, 
 
 Eules here in Chief, as Master of the Dome, 
 Whither great Multitudes of Tiplers come, 
 
 In Eooms carousing, and Green Arbours some, 
 
 To guzzle double Beer at single Price, 
 
 And swallow a full Gage for half a Sice. 
 
 This Landlord, when High- Constable severe, 
 
 W — r — ter the lofty, with assuming Air, 
 
 His House of Skettles, and of Cards, would clear. 
 Stood Tryal when Indicted, and at last 
 That empty Tool of Magistracy cast. 
 
 And why should he not do so, since it’s plain, 
 
 To all Men, that have any share of Brain, 
 
 The Gaming Statute never was design’d. 
 
 To bar refreshing Body, or the Mind ; 
 
 But to suppress the then prevailing Vice, 
 
 Of ruin’d Families at Cards and Dice. 
 
 On Tuesday Nights, here Gentry, to commence 
 Skill’d in the Noble Art of Self Defence, 
 
 Learn how to make a Parry, and to Thrust, 
 
 To all the Eules of Traverse truly just, 
 
 Here likewise, upon Friday Nights appears, 
 
 A Club for Musick held these Forty Years, 
 
 To which Low, the Tobacconist, belongs, 
 
 An hearty Soul for Instruments and Songs, 
 
 Bird, a great Dyer too, frequents this ken, 
 
 The most obliging and behav’d of Men ; 
 
 And so does Butler, by whom Proverb’s cross’d 
 Whose Verity no way in him can boast, 
 
 Since though that says, Nine Taylors one Man make. 
 This Taylor can nine Men to Atoms shake. 
 
( 19 ) 
 
 T HIS House, to give to Cassar Caesar’s due 
 Contains such Drink as is surpass’d by few, 
 
 And holds a Landlord whose frank open Heart, 
 Of most his Brother Victualler’s gets the start ; 
 
 Tho’ could he less Credulity have shewn, 
 
 That others Breasts were guiltless as his own, 
 
 He ne’er had Losses upon Losses known. 
 
 Witness the time when that most finish’d Cheat 
 
 F r cajol’d him with his Bum Beceipt. 
 
 In K — g’s B — ch walks : — No. 7, for that 
 Witness again the Promise which was made 
 By the same Limb of Petty-fogging Trade ; 
 
 For so much Money paid him down in Hand, 
 Commissioners were so at his Command, 
 
 That C.esae Shtjttlesworth, for they’re his Names, 
 Should be Tide- Water in the Biver Thames ; 
 
 But, if that Post should difficult be thought 
 And tiresome, a more easy should be got. 
 
 One at their Office, who of Forfeits judge, 
 
 Where not a soul amongst them acts the Drudge ; 
 
 Or else to make a Man of him at once ; 
 
 For which he ought to break this F — er’s Bones ; 
 Whene’er some Folks should Noya Scotia quit, 
 And he had found a Quirk at Law for it, 
 
 CiESAE should not of Pounds Four Thousand fail, 
 
 As Tribute paid to him down upon the Nail ; 
 
 But tho’ such Frauds as these might others break, 
 Waylett, by none in Founder’s Art surpass’d, 
 Tuneful in Soul, as in the Bells he casts ; 
 
 With whom, as Props, both Smith and Allen sute, 
 Bowden and Dayis, of unstain’d Bepute. 
 
( 20 ) 
 
 B E certain when you at Paul Griffin’s stop, 
 While he is in his House it needs no Prop ; 
 Since in this little Dapper Fellow’s seen, 
 
 A Man that drinks his Glass up wond’rous clean : 
 
 As he two Journeys, in one Day will take, 
 
 And kill himself almost, for a merry Living’s Sake. 
 Nor does the neat good Woman of this House, 
 
 Tho’ vers’d in other Matters than her Spouse, 
 
 At Cookery fall short of him in Pains, 
 
 To dress Meat well, while Drinking turns his Brains ; 
 Unwearied in her Labours to restore, 
 
 To pristine Health, sick Persons at Death’s Door : 
 Whereof but few, that Lodge with her for Air, 
 
 Find her successless in her tender Care, 
 
 Which more than the Physician’s Nostrum serves, 
 And raises Lodgers sinking in their Graves. 
 
 Whom, if they’re Females, our facetious Paul, 
 
 His Angels always takes delight to call. 
 
 Or, what’s with him the more accustom’d Word, 
 
 To Titles of his Lovelies they’re preferr’d ; 
 
 One of the which, S — G — T, the Printer’s Wife, 
 That to HIS, owes her renovated Life ; 
 
 When free from Gout, our Host’s alert and gay, 
 
 He dignifies by Style of Lovely Gray ; 
 
 Since she, by Lodging at his House is grown, 
 
 As plump as Plenty, from mere Skin and Bone. 
 
 Add we to this, what’s more distinguish’d found, 
 
 Are Trees that shade a pleasant Skittle Ground, 
 Which Paul attends himself to suck his Face, 
 
 And brag, when Drunk, of making Benders* Case. 
 
 * He’ll tell you that he was the first Man in England that 
 made Constantinople or Bender Cases. 
 
21 ) 
 
 NON SINE LUMINE. 
 
 TjOwn from the Star and Garter we proceed. 
 
 To Sign, on which Three Latin Words we read, 
 As without Doors, non sine Lumine sees, 
 
 Shews our Host Legit has some Light within, 
 
 This Man of Men, for so we must him style, 
 
 Receives us Coining with a courteous Smile, 
 
 Going , salutes us with an equal Grace, 
 
 His Wine , his Beer , as grateful as his Face ; 
 
 That tells us from its Cheerfulness we may, 
 
 J ust as we please, either depart or stay, 
 
 Use our Freedom, his Behaviour such, 
 
 Whether we speak for little, or for much, 
 
 No Drawer here impertinent to bawl, 
 
 And interrupt us with, Sirs , do ye call ? 
 
 The Props that chiefty do this House support, -j 
 Are none of our Frequenters of the Court j > 
 
 But Customers of a much better sort. ) 
 
 They deal not here for Chalk, nor Pen and Ink, 
 
 The ready Money pays for ready Drink ; 
 
 While the rich Hogman fills around the glass 
 And Cow-keeper will not his next Man pass, 
 
 While Toby G — n a full Bumper takes, 
 
 Protesting that as F — ll — r brew’d, he bakes, 
 
 And swearing that his Worship for that Reason, 
 Ought to have borne him Company to Prison ; 
 
 While in a Word, still sitting Cheek by Jowle, 
 
 B — ll pulls deeply with his Comrade C — le . 
 
Red-cross- 
 
 Street 
 
 D Tck W — t, of all Mankind, it’s very certain, 
 
 Fulfills the Proverb which says, Fools have Fortum 
 For in the first Place, favour’d by that Goddess, 
 That ever sides with the most brainless Noddies ; 
 
 After three Wives Decease, and gone to Pot, 
 
 A Fourth, as luck wou’d hav’t, this Host has got ; 
 
 Who but for wedding this, her hireling Slave, 
 
 Never one Sign of Indiscretion gave, 
 
 A Woman of good Management and Sense, 
 
 And undeserv’d by him without Offence. 
 
 Tho* he well serv’d by * Calvert and by Feast, 
 
 Finds that his Trade’s, by pow’rful Drink, increas’d ; 
 
 And has, of late, an House adjacent thrown, 
 
 By a triumphal Arch into his own ; 
 
 Through which he prides to pass, and to repass, 
 
 With Joy that seems to wanton in his Face, 
 
 Like that of Hero, who with Grandeur gay, 
 
 Makes Publick Entrance on Thanksgiving Day. 
 
 Lofty he looks, as if no Ground he felt, 
 
 Dp to the Fabrick, which his Money built. 
 
 Such was his tow’ring Arrogance of Thought, 
 
 When he, to speak for Hackney Coachman brought, 
 
 Said to the Justice, to give him Title high, 
 
 So may it please your Worship’s Majesty. 
 
 The Chief Supporters that for Tipple call. 
 
 And make a furious Noise f in Buck-Batt-Hall, 
 
 Are first Tom B — y, that deals in Gin, 
 
 And takes Whore’s Caps in Pawn, when Money’s thin. 
 Dame Dick the Butcher too’s a mighty Man, 
 
 Dame Jack, the Snob, both great at Cup and Can. 
 Battle-skull Spr — m, drunken Jones, who’ll swill 
 Down as much Bub as B — ll — n, or as H — ll ; 
 
 Nor must the greasie Sides-man be forgot, 
 
 Nor Glyster Pipe, an uncontested Sot. 
 
 * Two Brewers. 
 
 f The new Boom. 
 
( 23 ) 
 
 T- -TTTT TT-iT TT 
 
 Ironmon- 
 
 ger 
 
 ■lane. 
 
 
 T HIS House is kept, although its Drink mellow, 
 By one Jack H — ll, a poor brainless Bellow, 
 A skip, advanc’d from Livery Coat, of late, 
 To a Blue Blag, with which he struts in State, 
 
 And claims almost as much Obeysance too, 
 
 As if he rode first Admiral of the Blue. 
 
 The chief of Liquors that are styl’d the best here, 
 
 Is Drink that’s Christen’d by the name of Chester, 
 Over which S — w — b — dge, Lord of all the Props, 
 Diverts himself each Night, when in his Cups, 
 
 With Dialogues, no doubt Instruction- Proof, 
 Between the Landlord, and an Irish Oaf, 
 
 Whom superannuated in Grimace, 
 
 They with the learned Name of Doctor grace ; 
 
 So call’d, perhaps, because at Buneral’s still, 
 
 He lights those to the Grave the Doctors kill. 
 
 Other Supporters of this Tipling ken, 
 
 Are young Excise and Court of Conscience-Men, 
 
 One of the first of these, when late a Courting, 
 
 Had like t’have hook’d in a West Country Borfcune, 
 By means of the good wife within the Bar, 
 
 That deals, as Broker in such sort of Ware, 
 
 Tho’ she has impair’d her Trade by’ts taking Air. 
 
 The Chief of all the Last is Satan’s Godson, 
 
 The high and mighty Jobbernolling H n, 
 
 A Wretch, still bragging of his brave Exploits, 
 
 In cheating Cripples of their Parish Doits ; 
 
 With his wide Mouth, still gaping like the Grave, 
 Which never ceases to demand and crave. 
 
( 24 ) 
 
 rnUE Landlord here advanc’d from a Musket brown, 
 
 To a Blue Flag, and House of some Renown, 
 
 By an old C — st — off of the D — gist B — 1, 
 
 "When of each other they’d their Bellies full ; 
 
 This Champion Earl has plac’d without his Boor 
 To shew what Calling he was of before ; 
 
 How he in Wars and Warriors took Delight, 
 
 And had stood Centinel full many a Day and Night. 
 
 Here in tall Glass that has the Maids regard, 
 
 Who still must like what’s a full measur’d Yard, 
 
 Large quantities of Burton Ale are swill’d, 
 
 By Gangs of Warehouse-Men in Traffick skill’d ; 
 
 Who, all from Manchester, full North t’a Man, 
 
 Cry Sharp’s the Word, and bite that deepest can. 
 
 As ev’n some Quakers, most demurely grave, 
 
 Herd with them to be taught to play the knave, 
 
 With Yeas and Nays to gloss o’er Things untrue, 
 
 Erom Godebey’s Court, and H — cock and his crew, 
 Whose Sanctimonious Mouths are seen to wuter. 
 
 When Jenny drinks, the Butter-Woman’s daughter ; 
 That grasps the Glass with a most ardent strength, 
 
 And seems almost to eat it for its length ; 
 
 But what’s the most surprising of the whole’s, 
 
 Here M — tt, the Printer, grills a Press that rolls, 
 
 Who ne’er was brought to such a Pass before, 
 
 Was bully’d into Payment of a Score; 
 
 That long had stood, and long was like to stand, 
 
 (To shew, that he to’s Mouth could lift his hand) 
 
 Stedfast and fix’d; as Tune to Hundred Psalm, 
 
 Before, ’twas thought, ’twould touch the Landlord’s Palm. 
 
( 25 ) 
 
 Queen-street, Cheapside, 
 
 niHIS Man, Lord bless Kim! with his thin-jaw’d Spouse, 
 § Knocks under Table, and her Rules allows, 
 
 Turns Poet, to speak well of her, when none 
 Besides himself, would take her for his own ; 
 
 But he, poor Man, from Oxford chandler sprung, 
 
 Truckles, and is precarious to her Tongue ; 
 
 He draws, and draws, his Customers to please, 
 
 But she, a Shrew, denies him Best and Ease, 
 
 What Pity is’t, that Whiffler of Apollo 
 Should have a noisy Drum of Scold so hollow, 
 
 That, Day and Night, drowns all his choice Expressions, 
 
 By her shrill Voice’s insolent Transgressions. 
 
 Mercy on me ! had I but such a Wife, 
 
 So amicably known a Eriend to Strife, 
 
 So friendly to the Breach of Eriendship’s Laws, 
 
 Such an eternal Clack, without a Pause ; 
 
 Then, then should I, in Noise and Nonsense drown’d 
 In ^Mill’cent, have a Hundred thousand Pounds. 
 
 Thus writes her Husband, whom she Daily scoffs, 
 
 Plac’d by her amongst Ignorants and Oafs, 
 
 At the same time the Eellew shews his Cunning, 
 
 And born in Oxford, gives her Cambridge Punning, 
 
 O Tom ! take heed, who call your self Hal Wildair, 
 
 You do not make your self a very Child here ; 
 
 Speak not (if you would roundly at the Globe, 
 
 Gain from the Vintner’s Cask, or Brewer’s Tub) 
 
 Of Col’nels, Captains, Doctors, or of Lords, 
 
 Topers are seldom fond of wayward Words ; 
 
 Especially from such as they maintain, 
 
 Nor with Pools Pence, Enrich a Pool in Grain." 
 
 Our Host being offended because he was not in our Eirst Part, we 
 hope we have here made Amends for that Neglect. * Her Name. 
 
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( 20 ) 
 
 Over-against Aldermanbury-Postern. 
 
 A Gainst that Wall, where Bedlam’s Backside’s shewn, 
 
 And good Sir Harcotjrt’s Frontispiece is known ; 
 
 There stands a House, accustom’d long to Trade, 
 
 Of old, well prop’d by many a fuddling Blade, 
 
 Though it, of late, has, needful of Bepairs, 
 
 Been held up by Supports, unlike to theirs, 
 
 By Beams, its crazy Fabrick to sustain, 
 
 And give it back its pristine Strength again ; 
 
 Each Boom made commodious to receive 
 
 The Guests, that daily their Attendance give, f 
 
 To make their Host Job:?* Wendleboeotigh thrive 5 
 
 Whose Stores of Amber, and of other Beers, 
 
 Mellow’d, refined, and smooth’d with Age and Years, 
 
 In divers Cellars lie besides his own, 
 
 And prove our quondam Tonsor wealthy grown. 
 
 Who, while we must allow he well behaves, 
 
 Our Pockets, not our Beards, now closely shaves. 
 
 Among the rest, whom th’ above Drinks invite, 
 
 Jonx W x calls in here by Day and Night ; 
 
 A Cook, if that is not a Name too high. 
 
 For a Pease Porridge- Vender by the by, 
 
 One, that in nothing else beside it deals ; 
 
 But Hasletts, Trotters, and a few Cow-Heels. 
 
 There Dr. Be — n too, whose Physick Courses, 
 
 Are learnedly prescrib’d for Heels of Horses ; 
 
 And his fat Brother of the Drench, who scarcely 
 Will lose the Name of Buttock and of Parsely : 
 
 This Man, when Groom or Coachman is a dry, 
 
 Calls for Great Tankard, by the style of MY. 
 
 But above these, and every other Guest, 
 
 Ham— d’s the Man, whose Character’s the best. 
 
( 27 ) 
 
 St. Ann’s-lane, Aldersgate. 
 
 O Thou ! that tak’st thy Christian Name from Saint, 
 Who’s Tutelary to the men that Paint, 
 
 And wear’st a Sirname, that can ne’er be right, 
 Since, though thy Name is Luke, no colour’s White ; 
 Give ear, and hearken to the great Renown 
 Of thy pale Hocky, and Two-peny brown, — 
 
 Thy Dram, that has of Custom good no Pailure, 
 
 And’s with an Emphasis, styl’d Dr. Taylour, 
 
 Hearken, I say, whilst at Back -Gammon seen, 
 
 Thy Time does slip away with Slipper-maker Green, 
 With whom, so drill’s the over-ruling Cast, 
 Glove-General Wills has almost play’d his Last. 
 
 Eorc’d to abscond a while, as it’s confess’d, 
 
 And leave an egg unhatch’d within his Nest. 
 
 But, above all thy Customers, Tom Sly, 
 
 Good Mrs. Luker’s servant, by the by, 
 
 Is careful, with his Handsel, to salute you, 
 
 And with half Pint of Hocky pay his Duty, 
 
 As he, at opening Door of this thy House, 
 
 Watches for Drink, as does a Cat for Mouse. 
 
 Not but this Sot is suited to a Hair, 
 
 By B — ud the Cobler, who’ll protest and swear, 
 
 That upon Monday’s and on Tuesday’s drunk, 
 
 He’ll deal in nothing but strong Beer and Funck : 
 
 This Fellow, when with Drink-expecting Eye, 
 
 He sees a bouzing Comrade passing by, 
 
 Whips out of Stall, with an old Shoe in Hand, 
 
 And makes him to tbe Tent of Tipling stand ; 
 
 At the same time he hates the Name of Cobler, 
 More than a bit Subscriber does a Bubler. « — 
 
( 28 ) 
 
 St. Paul’s Church-yard. 
 
 V iew but the Sign ; and it will make you Smile, 
 
 At sight of Goose and Instrument to Broil, 
 
 This will excite you both to Drink and Eat, 
 
 Oh ! for a Leg ! for its delicious Meat, 
 
 To relish the Strong Tipple retail’d here, 
 
 And give, more a Zest in Wine, to Beer ; 
 
 But I forget, the Birds unpick’d I see, 
 
 And will wear Leathers still in Spight of me. 
 
 Dutch Carvers from St. Paul’s adjacent Dome, 
 
 Hither, to whet their Whistles, daily come. 
 
 Not Tools, and as their Guts with Belch they feast, 
 
 To crave still more in Language of the Beast. 
 
 Old W — M B- — t, or if you please, Old Bunkar, 
 
 Is often at free cost most deadly Drunk here. 
 
 This Wealthy good-for-nothing Wretch of late, 
 
 Till he by Building climb’d to an Estate, 
 
 Was Master of this House, wherein he still 
 Lodges, of powerful Bouz to take his fill ; 
 
 And that same Throat, with strongest Guzzle glut, 
 Which he for Widow B — N at Tavern cut, 
 
 Jack Y — utoo, and a crowd of Fiddlers more, 
 
 Here tire the Guests, and play them out of Door. 
 
 As every Mother’s Son amongst the Crew, 
 
 Both eats and drinks, and spends but Pence called Two, 
 For Pennyworth of Cheese, besides good Bub ; 
 
 Their Bread, their own, throughout the Cats-Gut-Club. 
 Bob B — n , the Painter, too’s another Prop, 
 
 Famous for taking Women’s Linnen up ; 
 
 Jack B — w likewise known for Tipping Four, 
 
 And Eat — n never backward at a whore, 
 
 Cum multis aliis. 
 
( 29 ) 
 
 E Ntring this House, when thirsty Lips are dry, 
 We shall not only please our Taste, but Eye, 
 That wheresoe’er it’s cast around, surveys 
 All Things conductive to its Landlord’s Praise, 
 Whether this little merry Grig of Wales, 
 Grieeith, diverts us with Cod’s Splutter Nails ; 
 
 Or his Wife Betty, a sharp pretty Tit, 
 
 Pull as an Egg — nay, fuller far — of Wit, 
 
 Obliges us with an harmonious Song, 
 
 Prom the soft melting Musick of her Tongue. 
 
 As, for the Liquors, pale, or stout, or plain, 
 
 No better can be found in all the Lane, 
 
 They, of themselves, will of their Goodness speak 
 Of Strength enough to hold their Master’s Back, 
 
 In making those alone that Drink them weak. 
 
 Nor are the Ti piers that this House support, 
 
 Of a mean, abject, mercenary sort. 
 
 Here Wo — ter, that’s a Mirror of a Man, 
 
 And lives in Paul’s Church-yard, at sign of Swan, 
 Drinks when at Leisure, and he Time can spare, 
 
 Por sake of Kinswoman within the Bar. 
 
 Ned Jon— s and William Wat — rs too are seen 
 Here, to take off their Glass and Tankard clean. 
 With Book — by, who’s a Trencher-man most fierce. 
 At a Calve’s Pace, and at an Ox his A — se, 
 
 Wherein most violently deep he cuts, 
 
 To still the Cravings of his hungry Guts ; 
 
 Not that he acts more keenly at his Vittles, 
 
 Than S — rt the Toper, who’s a Dab at Skittles. 
 
 The Parities of the Goose and Gridiron (mentioned on the 
 Other side) are 1. The odd Sign. 2. The Pillar which supports 
 the Chimney. 3. The Skittle-Ground upon the Top of the 
 House. 4. The Water-course running thro’ the Chimney. 
 5. The Handsom Maid Hannah. 
 
Carter- 
 
 lane. 
 
 30 ) 
 
 J ) Bawling* Tom Beedle in this Mansion dwells. 
 Boasting' that none in fuller Quarterns sells, 
 And the old Bragadoccio would speak true, 
 
 Were his , fill’d at the Top and Bottom too. 
 
 Here Proctors that delight in single Lives, 
 
 While they get Pelf by Licences for Wives, 
 
 Us’d some time since, for Eight Pence each per Head, 
 To be at Dinner Season daily fed, 
 
 Till T om } who found young- Appetites too keen 
 For such a Sum, advanc’d those Pence to Ten; 
 
 For which each Mother’s Son may rule the Roast 
 Furnish’d with Belly- Timber at his Cost. 
 
 So that the Man, who dealt in Coals before, 
 
 And Wholesal’d and Retail’d the Sulph’rous Oar, 
 
 By which their Meals g-ot ready to be eat, 
 
 Were dress’d, now trafficks not in Coals but Meat , 
 And may, much Gain from his New-Trade arise, 
 
 No Stomachs damp it of too great a Size, 
 
 Such as is Proctor T — v—r’s, whose Throat 
 Swallows down Food for a whole Tun of Gut; 
 
 But as Wat Hatch — s’s, whose g-enteel Air, ^ 
 
 Shews his Behaviour Gentleman-like fair, v 
 
 And pleasing- to the Girl that keeps the Bar, ' 
 
 She’s a young* smirking- Midwife, mark you that, 
 
 And Madam Laycock, must know what is what. 
 
( 31 ) 
 
 ~\KT ELL may the Cock, with crest erected Crow, 
 
 " * And look with State on the adjacent Row ; 
 Since by the Liquors, here, in Plenty sold, 
 
 He may his Head above his Neighbours hold \ 
 
 And, as he once had done in Clench his Days : 
 
 His present Master’s Fortunes amply raise : 
 
 Thoug’h now grown starch’d with supercilious Air, 
 This House’s wonted Guests to Dog repair. 
 
 There, over Wine, their Hacney Scribes to cheat, 
 
 And bite them with a Glass and Bit of Meat. 
 
 For still the Drink’s of every kind is good, 
 
 The same the moderate Price of wholesome Food, 
 
 As, in the time just mentioned, that it well 
 May be affirm’d Old Clench survives in Dell . 
 
 Bell , who’s not only well-behav’d, but read, 
 
 And can Discourse on many a knotty Head. 
 
 Name but the Subject, and he’ll hit Pat, 
 
 With Explanation upon this and that \ 
 
 As we in him a Churchman staunch may view, 
 
 To Monarchy and to Religion true, 
 
 While John the Porter, half Seas o’er, does quaff, 
 And guzzle down full Pints of Half and Half 
 Nor thougffi Whig Book- worms pass this Mansion by, 
 (Such as is Cli — Id, with a malignant Eye, 
 
 Full of his Brother B — rs empty schemes) 
 
 Shall he want Friends in Morp — w and in James; 
 Since they with a much better Grace prevail, 
 
 For more delicious Draughts of Oxford Ale. 
 
( 32 ) 
 
 H Ence we, for Order cannot well be kept, 
 
 Where many Houses must, of course, be slip’d, 
 
 Through Streets and Lanes, doadling to Smitiifield 
 
 [West, 
 
 Whose Horns well-spread, and spacious to the Eye, 
 
 Bemind us of Brow-Antlers low and high, 
 
 Not only plac’d on Foreheads poor and small : 
 
 But even on South Sea Gentry and the Qual — . 
 
 This House, before it was rebuilt for View, 
 
 Stands on the Ground that once contain’d two, 
 
 The one the Purse, I wish it had been full, 
 
 For his sake that’s turn’d out t’enrich the Bull : 
 
 Though, this however’s for him to be said. 
 
 Barnacle can’t be deem’d without a Head, 
 
 Since he, the *TJndertaker undertook, 
 
 And prov’d an Host that reckon’d with his Book:, 
 
 As he ’fore Turb— t the Possession got, 
 
 Of the whole Tenement upon the spot, 
 
 Made Evans pay down many a Piece of Gold, 
 
 Before it was his Bight to Have and Hold, 
 
 By way of Marriage to new purchas’d Lease, 
 
 That Welchman put it in his Power to fleece ; 
 
 But Caution whispers us, that Mum’s the Word, 
 
 And bids us call no Cit Canary Bird. 
 
 What, if a Drover has his Hundreds lost ? 
 
 Must this be censur’d at another’s Cost ? 
 
 A Sots Affair, ’tis manifest and clear, 
 
 Concerns a Victualler only in his Beer ; 
 
 For he, who will, no better than he shou’d, 
 
 He’ll never want Custom, while his Drink is good. 
 
 * Evans from whom he rented the House. 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 M iles, whom this Mansion for its Master owns, 
 
 And who’s the Successor to Mistress Jones, 
 
 That out of it, by Dint of Female Strength, 
 Buried three Husbands, stretch’d at their full length. 
 Miles, a Companion full as good as e’er 
 Stuck by a Tankard of good humming Beer ; 
 
 Shews, by the Tools of Black your Honour's Shoe 
 That are in publick Boom expos’d to view, 
 
 He does the Buies of Charity pursue. 
 
 This little Punch, so his Boy’s call’d, can prove, 
 
 Of late from G-allows but a Third Bemove, 
 
 When in the Streets a Vagabond he strol’d, 
 
 To clean Folks Shoes, with both his own unsoal’d, 
 
 Till soft compassion warm’d our Landlord’s Breast ; 
 
 From Satan’s Jaws to rescue the Distress’d, 
 
 To civilize an Infant wild and loose, 
 
 And keep him from the Dread of Tyburn’s fatal Noose. 
 May a full House its just Bewards display ; 
 
 May this good Man Heav’n’s Blessings threefold reap, 
 For throwing thus his Bread upon the Deep. 
 
 May F— sh still drink like Fish one Pair of Stairs, 
 
 And give himself a sort of Bencher’s Airs ; 
 
 May the old Lawyer too, that sits below, 
 
 Ne’er from his Practice of Night-Visits go : 
 
 May still John Fatthful due Attendance pay, 
 
 And Joseph Bemnant thirst twelve times a Day : 
 
 May Hollinohurst of Gruzzle be no stinter. 
 
 Nor Fry, that drinking, almost frys in Winter ; 
 
 Nor Botching Medley, with his Buckle Wife, 
 
 Cease moist’ning of their Clay o’er Dainties, dui ing Life. 
 
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( 34 ) 
 
 Near Hick’s-Hall, 
 
 *1VT EXT, if we trace the G-uidance of our Nose, 
 
 1 \ Twill lead us where good Drink of all sorts flows, 
 Where Men of try’d Experience, Sporters Keen, 
 Drink up their Glasses, and their Tankards clean ; 
 
 Such as are Fr s merry as the Day, 
 
 Such pretty Dick, the scribe, alert and gay, 
 
 Such (for no honest Man but takes his Part, 
 
 Howe’er Dame Fortune jilts him) ’s Friendly Heart ; 
 
 Not but these three Associates more would please, 
 
 If they would do so by much less Degrees, 
 
 And be their own Friends more than they’re Du Pr s. 
 
 A Landlord, who but laughs within his Sleeve, 
 
 To see each one their proper business leave, 
 
 Carouse from Morn to Night, from Night to Morn, 
 
 That his Law Costs for Oysters may be born • 
 
 For an old Fishwoman’s renown’d Defeat, 
 
 With much ado most Cavalierly beat, 
 
 Forc’d to preserve her precious life by Flight, 
 
 And afterwards to get four Guineas by’t. 
 
 So well this Hero of Law Pedlars knows, 
 
 The Buies whereby a crafty Trickster goes, 
 
 That’s us’d to Fan the Flames his Breath has blown, 
 
 And burn his Client’s Fingers, not his own ; 
 
 This he might learn from his Sage Lodger Br -m, 
 
 Who in such Cases is a dextrous Sham ; 
 
 But who can set one that is Headstrong right, 
 
 Or fix a Brain that’s like a Feather light ? 
 
 * 
 
 5 
 
Chancery- ( 35 > lane. 
 
 A nd hence, good sober Sirs, let’s take a jump, 
 
 ^ ■** To honest Davis's against the Pump, 
 
 Thy C} T der Evan ! and thy rare Welsh Ale, 
 
 Are too well known to need from us a Tale, 
 
 Thy Humour, and thy Latin are so good, 
 
 ’Twou’d make one split his Sides, by G— d it wou’d 
 Thy Salve Domine , Tu quoque salvus sis , 
 
 Enough to make a Man himself be-piss. 
 
 What hast to drink ? says L — ; quoth merry Davis , 
 Cyder, Ale, Brandy, TJtrum horum Mavis? 
 
 Sir, if you*like not that you put your Lip in, 
 
 I have a Glass of Glorious Golden Pippin. 
 
 Whoever then admires good Liquor, Wit, 
 
 Humour, and in good Company would sit ; 
 
 And wisely sets it to himself a Rule, 1 
 
 To be in Winter warm, in Summer cool, > 
 
 Must be at Davis’s or lie’s a Fool. N 
 
 But I had almost quite forgot to tell, 
 
 That Tuneful* Parry does with Davis dwell. 
 
 The Thracian Orpheus , as the Poets sing, 
 
 Made Forests dance, and Brutes attend his String ; 
 All Nature wond’ring at the pleasing Lay, 
 
 Took Ears, and listen’d to the Harpers Play ; 
 
 But, had Blind Parry flourish’d in those Times, 
 
 (For all the Thracian’s Numbers, and his Rhymes) 
 Nature had turn’d from Orpheus to the Dim, 
 
 Nay, Orpheus , and his Harp, had dangled after him. 
 
 * A blind Harper, who married a very handsome young 
 
 Lady ; from the Star and Garter, at Islington, Broker and 
 Father ! 
 
( 3C ) 
 
 Blow bladder- 
 
 street 
 
 J ames Monk here from the Cock in White-hart-yard 
 Near Drury's Hundred, claims our just Regard. 
 A Man that must be Mettle to the Bach , 
 
 And throughly vers’d in Matrimonial Smack \ 
 
 Or h’had ne’er flung a comely Dame on Hers , 
 
 After sev’n Weeks were spent in Widow’s Tears, 
 
 For Spouse departed from this Mortal Life ; 
 
 Who’ld live a Widow , that might be a Wife ? 
 
 This House of Houses, formerly the best 
 
 For Drinks well-brew' d, and choice of Meats well dress'd , 
 
 Had dwindled in Repute since Ridley s Days, 
 
 ’Till MONK restor’d it from its last Decays, 
 
 Just like the General of that glorious Name, 
 
 Who brought these Nations to their wonted Fame . 
 
 No Man far better Two-penny can wish, 
 
 Which B — 11, the Lawyer, swills like any Fish, 
 
 While Tonsor Scarlet , like his Name appears, 
 
 And Gibson , for full Draughts, lays by his sheers ; 
 With James and Austin B — Iton , sacks a-main, 
 
 And Sh — ck—yh gapes for it like Earth for Rain. 
 
 As Sheep , the Fidler, keeps the last awake . 
 
 With Talk of Birds, which both their Fanck 
 And old Fan-painting Wooa l, who’s a French Romany 
 In Med’cines for those Birds will yield to no Man. 
 When Sick, or molting, they their Feathers shed, 
 
 A Doctor fit, when Drunk, to cure the Dead. 
 
 As Liquors brew’d by Nicholson and Tate, 
 
 Trips up his Heels , as it ascends his Pate . 
 
( 37 ) 
 
 ^Phe Man, that these Three Morrice Dancers owns, 
 
 Is, tho’ a Welshman , none of Merlin’s Sons. 
 
 That Prophet always held it to be good, 
 
 His Oracles to deal from Druid’s Wood ; 
 
 This, while he brings not his descent from thence 
 Through V ehicles of Pewter , shews his Sense ; 
 
 As he from Pints and Quarts of Min’ral Mold, 
 
 Speaks by his .Drink, what strange Events they hold. 
 Since ev’ry Drop contain’d therein’s so strong, 
 
 That it unbinds the Fetters of the Tongue, 
 
 Gives a full Loan to Words unripe for Sound, 
 
 And makes us seem to tread on Fairy Ground, 
 
 That moves almost like Delos , when afloat, 
 
 Caus’d by the Liquor swimming down our Throat, 
 Drink that most Customers by Scores, engross, 
 
 While Hockley’s Hole shall boast an Andrew Cross ! 
 The Props on which this House, in chief depends, 
 Andwho’re Dick Jones, the Landlord’s, kindest Friends 
 Are Green a Heel-maker of good Repute, 
 
 With Hammond , who makes Lasts to fit our foot, 
 Murp — t the Mercer too, and L — lock dapper, 
 
 A little merry Wight, that deals in Paper, 
 
 Sit sometimes here among the Tippling* Crew, 
 
 That to be stick’ d, leave Stitching Coat and Shoe, 
 While Williams, a Welsh Fidler, slimb and arch, 
 Plays his late Grace the Duke of Ormond’s March. 
 
St. Martins 
 
 ( 38 ) le Grand. 
 
 |"^he Drink which Ivey sells that owns this sign, 
 
 “*■ Clings to the Pot as Ivy to the Vine, 
 
 Its Froth remaining- to its latest drop, 
 
 And loth to quit its Hold, when all the Beer’s drunk up. 
 This knows the Man, who with Bight Bev’rcnd Name 
 Lives with another’s meritorious Dame, 
 
 Whose Husband sometimes to his Shop repairs, 
 
 And makes his Lasts to fly about her ears, 
 
 For thus defiling- her Connubial Bed, 
 
 By planting- large Brow-Antlers on his Head. 
 
 The Good Man , that the self same Trade pursues. 
 
 Now turn’d to making Clogs from making Shoes, 
 
 Will likewise by th’abovesaid Truth abide, 
 
 And be a Witness on this liquor’s side. 
 
 As also M — rpliet , spoken of before, 
 
 Who frequently spends here a vacant Hour, 
 
 With Con — way , a Guzler clean and neat 
 Of Leather- Cutting Trade in Angel Street . 
 
 Nor must we pass a certain Crispin by, 
 
 Who’s Heart was well, when’s Neck was turn’d awry y 
 ’Till in its proper Place again ’twas set. 
 
 He’ll testify the Strength of this same Wet : 
 
 Though he can’t give great Tokens of his own, 
 
 At the same time his Wife’s in want of none — 
 
 Fruitful of Issue, with contented Heart, 
 
 By broken Noverint Xfniversi M 1 ; 
 
 But above all the Chaps that use this Ken 
 No Craftsman breathing vies with honest Ben 
 Noble by Name, that lives at Woodstreet’ s end, 
 
 One that makes Ladies Shoes that none can Mend . 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 Leather-Lane. 
 
 W here Charles his Head near to tlie Globe is plac’d 
 Will Audley’s Drink is grateful to the Taste ; 
 There, bred a Vintner, be his Wines retales, 
 
 Choice as the best that are expos’d at Sales, 
 
 Clean, bright and sparkling, like a Lover’s Eye 
 Erom Vineyards of the Vale, to Mountains high. 
 
 All in their Kinds most exquisite, nor can 
 The Globe outdo him, or the neighb’ring Swan ; 
 
 Though both those Taverns have deserv’d Applause, 
 
 For the next racy Wines that either draws, 
 
 Besides, what recommends this Landlord more 
 Than all his change of Liquors, all his Store; 
 
 His courteous Mein, his Industry to please, 
 
 And win upon Affections by Degrees, 
 
 Join’d to the Cares of a laborious Dame, 
 
 Must one Day elbow him to Wealth and Fame ; 
 
 Since, tho’ he’s, as his name declares, of Kin, 
 
 To the fam’d Lord that founded Audley’s Inn. 
 
 With humble Guise, and with Behaviour meek, 
 
 Alike he’ll to a Gent, and Butcher speak ; 
 
 Alike he’ll welcome them for Wine and Beer, 
 
 And thank them with a most obliging Air. 
 
 Kor, if the nicest Eater of a Guest, 
 
 Would have his Food by Buies of Cookery Dress’d : 
 
 Does the good Wife of this well-manag’d Dome, 
 
 Short of her Husband in her Business come ; 
 
 Since we through every Publick House may look, 
 
 And not find out a more experienc’d Cook. 
 
 A Tavern Cook, that at one fire can boast, 
 
 Twelve Years rul’d both the Boil’d and Boast. 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 Liquor Pond 
 
 Street. 
 
 I N Street where Pond with liquor us’d to flow, 
 
 See John Cole’s Cock, of Liquors Boast and Crow. 
 O’er which Tom Cock , a Gun- Lock-Smith that’s Old, 
 Three half Pence in his Hand whole Days will hold, 
 As, thoug’h he cannot speak one Word that’s plain ; 
 For Fumes of Drink within his Pericrane, 
 
 He Stutters out a Jargon of Discourse, 
 
 You’ll know no more of than my Lord Mayor’s Horse ; 
 Y et, while } r ou understand not what he sa} r s, 
 
 His Tongue runs on with Tales, from Adam's Days 
 Down to the present Times, and pausing Cries, 
 Almost at every Period, when he lies, 
 
 Perish my Blood if it is not , to bind 
 H is Falshoods, that they may your Credit find, 
 
 John Cleverly , who to Bottom from the Top, ^ 
 
 Pint after Pint most cleverly drinks up, > 
 
 Is full as good a Customer and Prop. ) 
 
 He’s a rare Gamester , when engag’d at Cards ; 
 Which, with the Girls, have all his keen Regards, 
 
 Tho’ to be caught, at once, with * Damsels two, 
 
 Is more than any single Sports-Man’s due. 
 
 # In Coxe’s- Alley : Hush ! 
 
 At the Coach and Horses near this Place, Ply your Kite ; and 
 
 so you may at the King’s Head in Gray’s-Inn-Lane, be sure 
 
 to carry good store of Pack-thread ! But if you wou’d have good 
 Liquor, and good Usage, with a Dish of Innocent Pun, repair to 
 Andrew Andras’s at Bagnigge House. 
 
Bow 
 
 Lane. 
 
 1VT ear to the Church, o’er which a Drag-on fell 
 
 High in the Air, upon the Spire does dwell, 
 There stands a sign of Bell the Last of Ten, 
 Well known to Spittlejield’ s and Scottish Men, 
 
 That deal in Woollen or in Linen Ware, 
 
 And Trade in Silks , in Muslin , and in Hair : 
 
 H ere old Will Newell , as it plain appears, 
 
 Has drawn good Drink for more than Forty Years. 
 A Ton of Man, who’ll any Wager w^age ; 
 
 Take him what bold Adventurer dare engage, 
 
 That not one Man in England can be found, 
 T’out-measure in Bulk his Waste around. 
 
 This may, b}^ some, be looked on as a Boast, 
 
 Sure am I, there’s no better-temper’ d Host , 
 
 Who’ll after to the Feathers Tavern go, 
 
 And from his own House treat a Guest or Two. 
 Here Capt. James , tho’ he, for Years, had sold 
 Bibbond and Ferret, would a Wager hold, 
 
 The Stake Five Pounds (no doubt his own in view) 
 That a full measur’d Yard was Feet but Two ; 
 
 That (he insisted on it too) he’d hav’t, 
 
 Arms should be Exercis’d to Right from Left. 
 
 Duke Pu — -ford does also use this House, 
 
 With Gam , that makes most artful Teeth for Mouth. 
 Old Howson * likewise must not be forgot, 
 
 Than whom there’s not a more eternal Sot, 
 
 Save Adams, f who with Cucumbers the Bugs 
 Destroys, in Testers , Blankets , Quilts and Rugs. 
 
 * A Porter, who had had 20 Children by his Lady, besides By-blows, 
 f An old drunken Carpenter, who first found out the Virtue of 
 rotten Cucumbers. 
 
( 42 ) 
 
 Smith- 
 
 field. 
 
 W insmore, for so’s sirnam’d our Landlord Jo, 
 
 When ask’d to suck his Face, will ne’er cry No, 
 But, while his Customers at Draughts Essay, 
 
 To find out who shall for each Tankard pay, 
 
 With Graziers, Drovers, Hay-Men, and the Throng 
 Of Jockies, whom two Catch-poles mix among, 
 
 Deals round the mighty Beer, to shew that he 
 Can unlock all their Secrets with his Key ; 
 
 Or if they score too far without the Crop, 
 
 Can at the Bose in Woodstreet lock them up. 
 
 The very Sign bids Customers beware, 
 
 And Spend no more than they can justly spare ; 
 
 Since, on the one hand, if the pow’rful Drink 
 Lays all Things open upon which they think, 
 
 It’s a Disaster that they ought to shun, 
 
 Bisques of such Dangers ought not to be run ; 
 
 Or, if on t’other, void of true regard, 
 
 Their Chalks swell into Bulk by drinking hard, 
 
 They should most surely play a safer Card. 
 
 Not that old Gr ter needs this Lesson hear, 
 
 Few Games at Draughts will clear his Shot for Beer ; 
 These he knows more, less puzzled and perplex’d 
 Than when he thump’d a Cushion for a Text. 
 
 Nor, that, Br go’s or N man, want Advice, 
 
 Who sell their Hay at a good Market Price ; 
 
 Or Bad ef, who with that upon his Cap, 
 
 Better than Dugs of Kine, loves Winsmore’ s Tap ; 
 
 Nor bid we Pa e the Draper to take Care, 
 
 For he’s at Draughts a most successful Player ; 
 
 But of all Soaks, deserving of Bebuke, 
 
 He that Drinks Go-Downs, is Grafton’s Duke. 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 White-Fryars 
 
 F rom Fleet-Street thro’ White-Fryars Gateway pass. 
 Just on the Bight if you would take a Glass, 
 
 There, you the best of Two-penny may swill, 
 
 With the poor Heir of worthless Wickham’s Will, 
 
 A Man that about twice three Lustres since, 
 
 Left Legacies of Coyn, without the Pence ; 
 
 And like Diego, in his last Devise, 
 
 Bequeath’d him Patrimonies in the Skies : 
 
 Or wheresoe’er the largess could be found, 
 
 Either above, or else beneath the Ground. 
 
 Here likewise Ch d, the Porter’s tuneful Lays, 
 
 And H ll’s, who batter’d Window- Lights does glaze, 
 
 With H ton Junior, who from making Whips, 
 
 Drinks Two-penny with Sonnets on his Lips, 
 
 Try to excell the Bull Finch in his Notes ; 
 
 But these alas ! in vain, distend their Throats. 
 
 In hopes of Conquest while the pretty Bird 
 Warbles, and for his Musick is preferr’d. 
 
 Musick ! than which ’tis not in human Voice, 
 
 To send forth Melody so rich and choice. 
 
 Will Bemboe, alias Admiral of that Name, 
 
 A Sportsman good, as e’er with Gun shot Game ; 
 
 With his lov’d Spouse, a neat and cleanly Bride, 
 
 As Host and Hostess o’er this House preside. 
 
 Nothing but Mirth throughout it’s to be seen! 
 
 But when the Songsters disagree therein : 
 
 As the young Noverint TJniversi Folks, 
 
 When Drunk o’er Two-penny send round their Jokes ; 
 
 And the Maid Nan laughs out, and makes her Brags, 
 
 Of throwing Women down with Dogs between their Legs. 
 
( it ) 
 
 H ate at thee, to thine Hits Will P kney look, 
 
 ’Tis thy Turn now to come to meet the Book, 
 
 Thou mayst good Drink, neat Bum and Brandy sell ; 1 
 
 The first well Malted, as it’s tasted well, 
 
 But in thine Ear a Word whence came the latter, tell ? / 
 
 Silence, I find, is what thy Temper suits, 
 
 Those Officers of Customs are such Brutes ; 
 
 That should a Syllable fall of Liquors run, 
 
 They’d be about thine House, sure as a Gun. 
 
 Then, Mum fer such affrightful dismal Speeches, 
 
 Enough to sink thine Heart into thy Breeches ; 
 
 Eor 1 perceive thy Colour waxing pale, 
 
 And leave Wine Spirits for thy Beer and Ale, 
 
 That thou thine own mayst by so doing raise, 
 
 Who look’st around thee now with wild Amaze. 
 
 Of a small House, thine handsomely is fill’d, 
 
 With Folks that are in Porter’s Liquors skill’d ; 
 
 And has a Bight for Customers to Vie, 
 
 With most that bear their Heads aloft and high, 
 
 Even when their spacious Booms few Tiplers hold 
 Like unfrequented Churches bleak and cold. 
 
 I’d feign speak well of those that use thy Ken, 
 
 But S n d’s Bottle Nose would Scape us then : 
 
 A Wretch that baulk’d his Daughter of a P le. 
 
 By breaking off her Match with Surgeon W le, 
 
 Because he’d have her Fortune on the Nayl, 
 
 And would not be brought in, for Cakes and Ale, 
 
 To let it in her Father’s Hands abide, 
 
 From thence not to be drawn till Lammas Tide; 
 
 Unless like those of whom he makes his Prey, 
 
 He’d for each Pound of’s own Two Shillings pay. 
 
( tfl ) 
 
 M TJzzin looks fierce, and rugged to the View, 
 
 But yet the Man’s good-natur’d, and true Blue ; 
 Studious to please and lead a quiet Life, 
 
 Could he but do so for a brawling Wife : 
 
 Whom, if Job’s Patience were hut of such Force, 
 
 As to stop Women’s Tongue’s impetuous Course, 
 
 There were some Hopes that he might his reclaim, 
 
 And bring to a more soft and easy Frame. 
 
 But Feuds apart, for Criticks on the Place, 
 
 Clean is the Drink, though foul this bouzing Case ; 
 
 The first well brew’d, and in good Order kept, 
 
 Although the Last be very seldom swept ; 
 
 Gloomsome and dark, from Windows cloth’ d with Dust 
 And their Old-fashion’d Casements ancient Bust : 
 
 No doubt, with an Intention to become, 
 
 Like to some Deity’s appointed Dome ; 
 
 Where Shades, instead of Bays of Light, appear, 
 
 To strike its Worshippers with awful Fear. 
 
 Since it may be for Truth unquestion’d ta’en, 
 
 This is Silenus his old Drinking Fane, 
 
 Whereof the Medal Doctor is High Priest, 
 
 Always with some Effigies in his Fist, 
 
 On which, as on some Idol he descants, 
 
 When he what’s unum Necessarium wants, 
 
 To pay for Ale which he in Plenty sips, 
 
 With the whole Tribe of Cjbsar’s on his Lips. 
 
 Old Hill — rd too, though now Emerit grown, 
 
 Whines, laughs and cries ; but still keeps drinking on, 
 Willing to sit from Night till Morning dawns, 
 
 And drown his Loss by Children and by Pawns. 
 
 Nor are these all, since others we could Name, 
 
 That at Muzzin’s the Game-keeper’s make Game. 
 
( 40 ) 
 
 O ld Stiff-rump, I am yours, good Mr. H d ! 
 
 Now for some risk with you, by way of Gammon, 
 For both these Words are Terms of Art in Use, 
 With some that guzzle down your Barley Juice. 
 
 Mean Sons of Earth such as Snaps and Setters, 
 
 That sit perdew to catch, and dog poor Debtors, 
 
 And under Covert of an Awning Shed, 
 
 Lurk with Four Names in One Writ to be read. 
 
 From thence, in spight of Grospel and of Law, 
 
 The Price of that whole Writ from each to draw ; 
 
 Nay, more, if Skulker — giving Bail is free, 
 
 To bilk Knight-Marshal of his righteous Fee ; 
 
 But Buies of Court are Drawbacks for such Crimes, 
 
 And Shoulder-Dabler’s punish’d oftentimes, 
 
 When he Surety Bond takes Hog’s Eleven, 
 
 To make that odd Account in Southwark’s Hogsty even. 
 But these are Folks unsocial and untrue, 
 
 Let’s leave them, that the Devil may have his Due, 
 
 And enter into this accustom’d House, 
 
 Where sits the Landlord mourning for his Spouse, 
 
 And crying Woe to me ! is Beckoning paid ? 
 
 Much do I fear, that I shall want for Bread ; 
 
 At the same time he flows in Wealth and Stock, 
 
 And Soars above the reach of Fortune’s shock: 
 
 Howe’er, he seems quite broke upon her Wheel, 
 
 From Sev’n Pence due from Footman of Squire Neal; 
 And to save Charges of Journey into Wales, 
 
 Stead of a blue one, for Black Flag prevails, 
 
 With that, by Dint of dead Cook’s dismal Air, 
 
 To save a Waggoner’s or Carriers Fare. 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 Props to the Crown on the other side. 
 
 O ld S chell, a Smoking Porter, famous for picking the 
 
 Remains out of old Pipes, for which he is said to smoke — 
 PICKET’S Funk. Every Pipe is kis First, though he 
 smokes Twenty a Day. 
 
 Tom Bamb — e, another Porter, very honest, call’d H — m — d’s 
 Spectacles, because he can neither read nor write, but by his 
 Means 
 
 J — mes, a Taylor, as true a Watchman, as ever piss’d. 
 
 H g, a lame Baker, who always pays Ready Money for his 
 
 Drink, because H d won’t trust him a Farthing. 
 
 C x a Crockery Ware Tea Seller Steady! Steady ! 
 
 when over-balasted with Evening and Morning’s Draughts. 
 
 Dick A y, Tonsor, whose Intelligence is INFALLIBLE 
 
 in H d’s Judgment, and seems to bid Fair for the Roman 
 
 Pontiff’s Chair at the next Election. 
 
 John E ds, a Pursivant at Arms upon Occasion to any 
 
 Tipstaff or Sergeant at Mace. 
 
 Harry H gate, a grand Enemy to Morning Draughts, tho’ 
 
 he constantly whets off a Gallon and half of strong Bub. 
 
 EliP* Note, We have been desired to insert something on a 
 certain Sigu, with a hole in’t (near this Place), but as we formerly 
 receiv’d Kindnesses from the Host, we shall omit it. 
 
 rp HE Letter sign’d a. t. (containing divers Remarks on the 
 y Bishop’s- Head in the Old Baily) came too late to be 
 
 wholly inserted: But we cannot omitP th, the Razor 
 
 Grinder, who to save Charges, sends his Wife to her Mother’s to 
 Wash andiron her Linen, during which time, he makes Holiday, 
 and spends ten times more at the Right Reverend Sign thau 
 would pay a Washer-woman at Home. This Grinder is Mettle to 
 the Back, and his Wife Ruth often Conceives, and as often Mis- 
 carries. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 T Hose Gentlemen who can furnish us with any Hints on 
 other Houses, are desired to direct them to T. Bickerton 
 at the Crown in Bater-noster Bow , and they shall be in- 
 serted in our Third and Last Part. 
 
At this House there are 3 Clubs in a Day (7 in Morn. 12 at Noon, 9 at Night) Pen's 
 Royal Gin cures the Gout sooner than the Anodine Necklace. Chatterton's other expressions are 
 Nic upon Niy Nemo sane Crumini Vivit , That stands upon the Quand , and upon the Quant. 
 
 Gin-House, Lincoln’s- ( 4S ) Inn, Back Side. 
 
 A s in our First Part we a Tavern chose, 
 
 With which we did our livesome Journey close ; 
 So now, fatigu’d with drinking common Bub, 
 
 Pass we to the red hot Geneva Club, 
 
 Assembled, as on Purpose, not by Chance, [ Dance ; 
 
 Where Youths are taught to Read , and Write , and 
 Since, when Two-peny's worth of it is guzzled down, 
 Learning of all kinds gets within the Crown. 
 
 This Simon Pen , with virtuous Mrs. Jude 
 His Wife, that’s neither a Coquet or Prude \ 
 
 Both Servants to the fam’d Sir Edward Nor they, 
 
 And of all Sots good Words for every worthy, 
 
 Know to be true, when they fresh Quarterns draw, 
 
 To quench the Thirst of Hackneys of the Law, 
 ’Mongst whom, two Stationers of Middle Temple , 
 
 The Master and the Man, give good example. 
 
 Not, but that Qual. are likewise to be seen, 
 
 With Flat-Caps here a drinking powerful Gin, 
 
 While good Sir Knight for Lyon’s Baronetted, 
 
 Is by a Cynder-' Wench most humbty seated. 
 
 The Deuce of Pride, among this Clan of Sots, 
 
 Their whole Delight is washing of their Guts ; 
 
 As Chatter ton, the Barber, oft does cry 
 Whoop , Boys, Considera , Consideri , 
 
 And makes you laugh, if there is laughter in you, 
 With C lamer, Buxa , Jaci , Mendocia , Furta , Cochinu; 
 As K — tly, certainly, as Eggs are Eggs, 
 
 Crawls hither thrice a Day with Spindle-Legs, 
 
 And Splutter- Nails, when drunk, Welch Jemmy M—gan 
 Of Stock, in A f rick’s shares spouts out his Jargon. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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