“His clerk came down, and answered to my call,
“But by me stepp’d, nor at the Oak was he.
“The next I heard (oh, melancholy tale!
“On our profession was a foul reproach!)
“That he for forgery was confin’d in jail,
“And dragg’d (oh, shameful!) there without “a coach.”
His Character.
Vulture, the arrant’st rascal upon earth,
At length is caught, and into Newgate thrown.
Fair Honesty disclaim’d him at his birth,