Classic Poem

When Matthew stood, as you may now,
At the Receipt of Custom;
Peter came by, Mat made a Bow,
And told the Saint he'd trust him.

What Liquor does thy House afford?
Says Mat , good Roman Gin, Sir — —
Quoth Peter, Matthew hear my Word,
And leave this Course of Sin, Sir.

Gin's fit for Infidels and Jews ;
No others in thy Shop are;
Illuminating Sack diffuse,
For G — sp — l Teachers proper.

Believe me Friend, the same good Sort
Is fit for Priests and Poets:
And those who Peter 's Maxim thwart,
Are little Wits, or no Wits.