Sure as that I no more will bear
This russet doublet now to wear:—
That I no more will condescend
To own Ralph Roughspeech for my friend,
Nor tolerate the pert monition
Of neighbours, in my chang’d condition:
Sure—but, ye Powers! what do I see?—
The mill! the mill!—Oh! woe is me!
My only stay, my certain aid,
All level with the earth is laid!——