Epigram on a Drunken Man and a Fish-Woman

A fish-woman once, with a kit on her head,
Pickle-Salmon was felling, to buy her some bread,
Tom Guzzle was drunk, and he dealt for a pound,
He had not well bought it, before that he found,
The Salmon was dry, and quite without liquor;
He threw back his bargain, and swore he wou'd kick her:
Hold, hold, said the woman, pray be not so rough,
Tho' your Salmon was dry, you've liquor enough,
I wonder, indeed Sir, to find you so fickle,
For you seem to be in a very fine pickle;
I've seen pickle-salmon, an hundred or more,
But ne'er saw a goose so well pickl'd before.