Upon Patrick, A Footman. Epig.

Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use,
There springs a soap-like lather in his shoes.

How could Luke Smeaton wear a shoe, or boot,
Who two-and-thirty corns had on a foot.

Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting
For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything
That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame;
How well his nature's fitted to his name!

Broomsted a lameness got by cold and beer:
And to the bath went, to be cured there:
His feet were helped, and left his crutch behind;
But home returned, as he went forth, half blind.

Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame,
Truggin now lives but to belie his name.