A Broker watching fall and rise
Of Stock?—I’d rather deal in stone,—
A Printer?—there his toils comprise
Another’s work beside his own.
XVII.
A Cooper?—neither I nor Jem
Have any taste or turn for that,—
A fish-retailer?—but with him,
One part of trade is always flat.
XVIII.
A Painter?—long he would not live,—
An Artist’s a precarious craft—
In trade Apothecaries give,
But very seldom take, a draught.
XIX.
A Glazier?—what if he should smash!
A Crispin he shall not be made—
A Grazier may be losing cash,
Although he drives a “roaring trade.”
XX.
Well, something must be done! to look
On all my little works around—
James is too big a boy, like book,
To leave upon the shelf unbound.