When the law and a thief have quarrels,
There was not a Christian soul alive
To speak a word for his morals.
XXVII.
Oh, how gaily I doff'd my costly gear,
And put on my work-day clothes;—
I was tired of such a long Sunday life,
And never was one of the sloths;
But the beggar man grumbled a weary deal,
And made many crooked mouths.