Who held that day the scrip since in my name.
Returning home half-groggy, I disdain’d
Th’ old cloathes man’s stitching life, and having heard
The financier had summon’d all loan jobbers
To bring their Rino to the Treasury side;
I left old Shylock’s house; and stole with me
His fraud-earn’d bags to pay my quantum down;
(The electric Spankers which have skirk’d their masters!)
Intent on lies and rapine, I have prowl’d,
Till, hell-directed, I a Bear became,