Note 170 — A BOOK FOR A RAINY DAY
Reading edition
These verses begin—
“In Liquorpond-street, as is well known to many, An Artist resided who shaved for a penny. Cut hair for three-halfpence, for three pence he bled, And would draw, for a groat, every tooth in your head. What annoy’d other folks never spoil’d his repose, ’Twas the same thing to him whether stocks fell or rose; For blast and for mildew he car’d not a pin, His crops never fail’d, for they grew on the chin.”