Nor trusted skill alone; for well he knew, 70
What a sharp eye and dext’rous hand could do;
When, if suspected, he had always by
The daring oath to back the cunning lie.
John was distress’d, and said, with aching heart,
“I from the vile, usurious man must part;
For, if I go not—yet I mean to go—
This friend to me will to my soul be foe.
I serve my master: there is nought to blame;
But, whom he serves, I tremble but to name.”