In course, what the poet calls him as is so.
"Look at this horny palm! how became it like that,
So that on it he uses to slice bacon fat?
Why by thirty years' toil—and for whom, d'ye suppose?
For a wife and five children?—not only for those—
"My lady, to earn his own bread warn't enow,
He yarned your meat as well, by the damp of his brow;
And your silks, and your satins, and jewels besides,
And the coaches you keeps, and the hosses you rides.
"Arter that, I be certain that you won't deny