Poems by Matthew Stevenson | ||
74
Upon the Shooemakers offering a Pair of Shooes for an Answer.
Fool! didst thou think up to revenge to climb,By a poor mercenary, Hackney ryme?
Or that thou couldst thy leather purse-string stretch
Unto the Latitude my Brains would reach?
Away (Poor Pilch) when my keen Satyrs come
Off with your Hat, and scrape your answer Mum—
Shouldst thou buy lines to answer me, thou sop,
I'de write, till 't cost thee all the Shooes ith' Shop.
Poems by Matthew Stevenson | ||