Jointly the trade to which they both were bred;
When fix’d, they married, and they quickly found
With due success their honest labours crown’d;
Few were their losses, but although a few,
Walter was vex’d and somewhat peevish grew:
“You put your trust in every pleading fool,”
Said he to William, and grew strange and cool.
“Brother forbear,” he answer’d; “take your due,
Nor let my lack of caution injure you:”
Half friends they parted, - better so to close,