For Plenty there a residence had found,
And Grandeur a magnificent abode.”
Hard was the fate, for one so very stout;
Here, when I told my wild advent’rous tale,
A pamper’d lawyer came and drove me out,
To find a shelter in a wretched gaol.
Some people has much money and no brains;
Some others plenty brains and little gold;
Those who’ve the wit, the coin take for their pains,
From those who’ve not the sense their own to hold.