His point he gain’d. Then artfully dismiss’d
The sage; for Death design’d to be conceal’d. 850
He gave an old vivacious usurer
His meagre aspect, and his naked bones;
In gratitude for plumping up his prey,
A pamper’d spendthrift; whose fantastic air,
Well-fashion’d figure, and cockaded[25] brow,
He took in change, and underneath the pride
Of costly linen, tuck’d his filthy shroud.
His crooked bow he straighten’d to a cane;