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The purse-proud coxcomb took the hint,
Thought it severe reflection meant;
His stomach turned, he could not eat,
So made an ungenteel retreat:
Next day left Glo'ster in great wrath,
And bid his coachman drive to Bath,
There he suspected fresh abuse,
Because the dinner was roast goose :
And that he might no more be jeer'd,
Next day to Exeter he steered,
There with some bucks he drank about,
Until he feared they'd found him out,
His glass not filled, as was the rule,
They said, 'Twas not a thimble full:
The name of thimble was enough,
He then to Plymouth took a trip,
And put up at the Royal Ship,
Which then was kept by Calib Snip.
The host by name was often called,
At which his guest was so much galled,
That soon to Cambridge he removed :
There too he unsuccessful proved :
For though he filled his glass or cup,
He did not always drink it up,
The scholars marked how he behaved,
And said a remnant should be saved.
The name of remnant galled him so,
That he resolved to York to go :
There fill'd his bumper to the top,
And always fairly drank it up,
Well done, says Jack, a buck of York,
You go through stitch, Sir, with your work.
