My Sukie! he hath bought, yea, Muggle’s self,
Convinced at last of deeds unjust and foul,
The licence of a vacant public-house,
Which, with it’s chattels, site, and tenement,
He hands us over,—we are licensed here,
Even in this document, to sell to all
Snuff, pepper, vinegar, to sell to all
Ale, porter, spirits, but—observe you well—
“Not to be drunk upon the premises!”
Oh, Sukie! heed it well! in other places,
Even as thou listest, be intoxicate:
Drink without limit whiles thou art abroad,
But never, never, in thy husband’s house!