He would have chosen such a Wolf, a Canker,
A Maggot-pate, to be his whole Executor?
Lop.
A Lawyer, that entangles all mens honesties,
And lives like a Spider in a Cobweb lurking,
And catching at all Flies, that pass his pit-falls?
Puts powder to all States, to make 'em caper?
Would he trust you? Do you deserve?
Die.
I find, Gentlemen,