Or wait on customers with cap in hand,
Far from the worthy members of the law,
A rogue in grain, he ever kept aloof;
From learn’d bum-bailiffs learn’d his briefs to draw,
And where he could not find, he coin’d a proof.
Yet doth this wretch, illiterate as proud,
With low-lif’d homage low-lif’d business meet,
And pick the pockets of th’ unhappy crowd,
Moor’d in th’ Compter, Newgate, and The Fleet.
Bound by their creditors in durance fast!