Are touched with our Distress,
But hold up their Nose at the Place.
The Lawyer jogs on,
Without looking upon
Th' afflicted, whose Moans he gives being;
Nor thinks on us Cits,
But Breviates and Writs,
And demurrs on Exorbitant Feeing,
The Serjeants and Yeomen,
Who seek to undo Men,