To make it sell: it sold, and then he died.
Now all the profit fell to Ned’s control,
And Pride and Avarice quarrell’d for his soul;
When mighty profits by the trash were made,
Pride built a palace, Avarice groan’d and paid;
Pride placed the signs of grandeur all about,
And Avarice barr’d his friends and children out.
Now see him Doctor! yes, the idle fool,
The butt, the robber of the lads at school;
Who then knew nothing, nothing since acquired,