I met him in a crowded room / Where people go to drink away their gloom / He sat me down and so began / The story of a charmless man.

Come follow me, my wags, and say, as I say. There's no riches but in rags; hey day, hey day, &c.

Laquer’d-ware should be without Specks, smooth, and of so shining a Black, that you may see your Face in it, the Figures in raised Work, and well done; the Bottoms, Sides, and Corners sound, and nothing chosen but what is useful: The Gold-work should not come off with slight rubbing; nor the Substance of Bowls, Basons, &c. be too thick.

What surprised me most, though, was the way the gals hung round for free tickets. ¶ They didn’t make any bones of it, but come up and made friendly with me the easiest I ever experienced. It was so sorter onusual that it took me quite a spell to git used to their sociable ways.