Who watch’d each other’s knavery
And often for a fellow-feeling,
Promoted one another’s stealing,
Are happily supply’d by one,
By which some thousands more are gone. 320
No honour now could be content,
To live and owe for what was spent;
Liv’ries in brokers shops are hung,
They part with coaches for a song;
Sell stately horses by whole sets; 325