1820] WILLOUGHBT DIXIE'S WILL. 63 



A jaekall constant to provide 



Whate'er could feed my lust or pride) 



A sacrifice, to liim I doom, 



Of bullocks, half a hecatomb ; 



In cash, a bill, no little sound ! 



The sum of seventeen hundred pound. 



To younger Drakeley, firm and true, 

 Who did all th' elder could not do. 

 Thro' fire and water e'er would go 

 To please me, or to spite my foe ; 

 Of sheep I leave two hundred head. 

 As good as Bakewell ever bred ; 

 My pointers, spaniels, guns and stocks. 

 By Egg, by Man ton, or by Nocks. 



To Dick, the groom, who swore my stud 

 Surpass'd by none in shape or blood ; 

 And that no Squire of high degree 

 Could choose a horse or ride like me, 

 I leave my hunters, hacks, and all 

 That grace the mead or fill the stall, 

 With saddles, bridles, boots likewise, 

 Spurs, whips of every sort and size. 



To Sam, the bailiif, who knows how 

 To handle either ox or cow. 

 Well skilled to take the jolters in 

 (His bargain never fails to win) . 

 To him I freely do assign 

 The residue of sheep and swine, 

 Calves, lambs, and plenty of store beast. 

 Worth full five hundred pounds at least. 



Unto the butler I resign 

 My stock of every kind of wine, 

 Puncheon as tight as any drum, 

 Well filled with brandy, gin, and rum. 

 Pipes, juglers, glasses, everything 

 That makes the jocund table ring. 



To James, the brewer, all the ale 

 And porter, too, both mild and stale, 

 With barrels, cocks, hops, malt in store. 

 That when all's drank he may brew more. 



