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The purse-proud coxcomb took the hint,
Thought it severe reflection meant,
His stomach turn’d, he could not eat,
So made an ungenteel retreat;
Next day left Gloster in great wrath,
And bade 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 steer'd.
There with some bucks he drank about,
Until he fear’d they found him out.
His glass not fill’d, 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 Caleb Snip.
The host by name was often call’d,
At which his guest was so much gali’d.
That soon to Cambridge he remov’d.
There too he unsuccessful prov'd:
For though he fill’d his glass or cup,
He did not always drink it up;
The scholars mark’d how he behav'd.
And said a remnant should be sav’d;
The name of remnant gall’d him so.
That he 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
