Some pious reflection and repentance
Come next, I suppose, for I just begin
To perceive the sting[1156] in the tail of my sentence—
“One day whereof shall be solitary.”
Here I am at the end of my journey,
And[1157]—well, it ain’t jolly, not so very—
I’d like to throttle[1158] that sharp attorney.
He took my money, the very last dollar,[1159]
Didn’t leave me so much as a dime,
Not enough to buy me a paper collar