A _Droll_ and a _Bishop_.
There was a Roguy Wag of a _Droll_ that had a Mind once to put a
Trick upon _a Hard, Close-fisted Bishop_: so he went to him upon the
_First_ of _January_ to Wish him a _Merry New-Year_ on’t, and begg’d a
_Five-Guinea-Piece_ of him for a _New-Years-Gift_. Why, the Man’s Mad
(says the _Prelate_) and I believe he takes me to be so too. Dost think I
have so Little Wit, as to Part with such a Gob of Money for God-a-Mercy?
Nay, my Lord (says the Fellow) if That be too much, let it be but a
Single _George_, and I’ll be Thankful for’t; But That would not do
Neither. He fell next Bout to a _Copper Farthing_, and was Deny’d That
too. When the Fellow saw that there was no _Money_ to be got, Pray (my
Lord, says he) let me beg your _Blessing_ then. With all my Heart (says
the Bishop) Down on your Knees, and You shall have it: No, My Lord (says
T’other) ’tis My Turn now to Deny; for if You Your self had thought That
_Blessing_ worth a _Copper Farthing_, you’d never have Parted with it.
The MORAL.
No Penny, No Pater Noster, _does not hold in All Cafes_; _for the_ Penny
_and the_ Pater Noster _do not go always together_.