So would a miser! but, methinks, the shop
Itself is meaner—has he made a stop? 90
I thought I should at least a burgess see,
And lo! ’tis but an older Barnaby;
With face more wrinkled, with a coat as bare
As coats of his once begging kindred were;
Brush’d to the thread that is distinctly seen,
And beggarly would be, but that ’tis clean.
Why, how is this? Upon a closer view,
The shop is narrow’d; it is cut in two.