The broker took his station;
Pale and trembling, off I went
To try each kind relation.
Some hemm’d, some ha’d, and some looked cool,
With faces of grief and sorrow;
My twin-brother said he had made it a rule
Never to lend or borrow.
I thought in my sister to find a friend,
But soon she undeceived me,
By saying—“These are not times too lend,