By honest industry his daily bread!
Far from the worthy members of the law,
A rogue in grain, he ever kept aloof;
By low Jew Bailiffs taught his brief to draw,
And where he couldn’t find, he coin’d a proof.
Yet doth this wretch, illiterate as proud,
With low-life-homage, low-life business meet,
And pick the pockets of th’ unhappy crowd
’Mur’d in the Bench, the Counters, and the Fleet.
Bound by the creditors, in durance fast,