As there is always one[167] in every town
Who prattles much and takes transactions down,
Who smears the placard, then besmears the wall;
So there’s in villages—however small—
A man whose wisdom he, perchance, conceives
Excels his neighbours’, but himself deceives,—
A fellow who detests hard healthful work,
(By birth a Jew, or it may be—a Turk,)
Existing on his wit or tortuous brains,
Perhaps dishonest; and who takes sad pains