The law to prison sent my worthy friend.
He died there—not a farthing for poor me!
I am not angry, though I’ve cause to be;
His debt that very moment I forgave,
And shed sad tears of sorrow o’er his grave.
A strictly moral man have I been ever,
And never injured anybody—never.
I sent a serf of mine to learn the dressing
Of meat. He learned it—a good cook’s a blessing—
But strangely did neglect his occupation,