Catches, canons and drinking songs
Although Jolly Tom, great Fame thou hast won, thy bloody red Nose shall look paler e're long: For the rate that we drink at each Night still procures, such Noses as wou'd quite discountenance your's, and when the large Bumper floats round in the close, we'll despise thee, and swear 'tis mine Ar_ or a Nose.