Yet you’re easy to his hand, whoever cringes;
Every fool you gape upon,
Every speech your ear hath won,
While your wits move off and on
Their hinges.
Demus (surlily). Hinges in their teeth, who deem
That Demus is an easy fool;
If he yawn, and if he dream,
If he tipple, ’tis by rule.
’Tis his way to keep in pay a knave to ease him;
Him he keeps for guide and gull,
But when once the sponge is full,
To himself the knave he’ll pull,
And squeeze him.[109]