the Lands of  the Rents are ill-paid,
And  has cruelly cramp'd us in Trade:
So look not for China, or Service of Plate,
Or ought that is costly, to tempt you to eat.
Yet a Way to engage you I think I have hit on:
I mean, to remember our Friends in
Two Bottles of Wine, and two Dishes I'll give:
Then fly from the Crouds that oppress you — and live.