Scarce one house in twenty, where measure is plenty, But still they are all for the Pinch; Thus, every day they drive Custom away, And force us good-Fellows to flinch, Sometimes a Man may leave something to pay, Though seldom he did it before; With _Marlborough_ Cholke you his patience provoke, Whenever he clears off his score. The women likewise which are not precise, But will take a Cup of the best, Tho they drink for pleasure, they'l have their measure Or else you shall have little rest. There's _Billings-gate_ Nan, all her whole gang, Complaining for want of their due; True Topers they are, as e're scor'd at Bar, For they'l drink till their Noses look blew. A Pot and a Toast will make them to boast, Of things that are out of their reach; So long as a Groat remains in the Coat, They over good Liquor will preach. In _Shoo Makers Row_ there's true hearts you know, But give them their Measure and weight, They'l scorn for to stir but stick like a Bur, And Tope it from Morning till Night. Then there's honest _Smug_ y^t with a full jug Will set all his Brains in a float; But you are such Sots as to fill him small Pots, Will scarce quench y^t spark in his Throat. With many such Blades, of several Trades, Which freely their Money will spend; But fill them good drink, they value not chink Wherever they meet with a friend. Most Trades in y^e Nation gives their approbation, How that you are much for to blame; Then make no excuses, but cease your abuses, And fill up your Measure for shame. FINIS. [Footnote 238: A Winchester quart holds nearly half a gallon.] [Footnote 239: Nantz brandy.] _A Preachment on Malt._ [26.] Certain Townsmen of _Prisal_, returning from a merry Meeting at a certain Ale-House, met in the fields a Preacher, who had lately made a bitter sermon against Drunkards, and among other opprobrious words, called them Malt worms. Wherefore they agreed to take him, and by violence compel him to preach a Sermon, and his text should be MALT. The Preacher, thinking it better to yield, than contend with them in their cause, began his Sermon as followeth. There is no preaching without Division, and this Text cannot well be divided into many parts, because it is but one word, nor into many Syllables, because it is but one Syllable. It must therefore be divided into Letters, and they are found to be four, _viz_ M. A. L. T. These letters represent four interpretations, which Divines commonly do use thus. M. Moral, A. Allegorical, L. Literal, T. Tropological. The Moral Interpretation is well put first, and first to teach you boysterious Men some good manners, at least, in procuring your attention to the Sermon; Therefore M. Masters. A. All. L. Listen T. To the Text.