And on the seventh he worships Heav’n, and woos, 80
I leave thee, Barnaby; and if I see
Thee once again, a Burgess thou wilt be.
II.
But how is this? I left a thriving man,
Hight Barnaby, when he to trade began—
Trade his delight and hope; and, if alive,
Doubt I had none that Barnaby would thrive.
Yet here I see him, sweeping as before
The very dust from forth the very door.