In mirth and jollity his whole estate.
Seeing him in a wretched trim; his looks
He was in a most wretched trim; his looks
Lean, sick, and dirty; and his clothes all rags.
“How now!” cried I, “what means this figure, friend?
Alas! says he, my patrimony’s gone.
—Ah, how am I reduc’d! my old acquaintance
And friends all shun me.”—Hearing this, how cheap
I held him in comparison with me!
“Why, how now? wretch, said I, most idle wretch!