Him you can love, who lost his whole estate,
And I, who gain you fortunes, have your hate;
’Tis in my absence you yourselves enjoy:
Tom! are you glad to lose me? tell me, boy:
Yes! does he answer? - Yes! upon my soul;
No awe, no fear, no duty, no control!
Away! away! ten thousand devils seize
All I possess, and plunder where they please!
What’s wealth to me? - yes, yes! it gives me sway,
And you shall feel it - Go! begone, I say.”