Hob look’d mighty sheepish, and mutter’d a curse,
As he saw Lawyer Brief put the cash in his purse.
“What you tells me,” he cried, as he slowly withdrew,
“I fears, Master Brief, may, for once, be too true:
But if I durst tell thee a piece of my mind,
Tho’ I have been main foolish, I a’n’t yet quite blind;
And you Limbs of the Law, I now sees very plain,
Be all, as a body may say, rogues in grain!
Yes, ecod! had I know half I now know before,
I’d as soon enter’d hell, Master Brief, as your door;