But ere we altogether leave
Sir Jeffery's grateful friends to grieve,
We mean all those which to the sight
Were clearly writ, in black and white,
Within the bound'ries of the will,
Nor left to blundering Codicil,
It may not be amiss to draw
The picture of the Heir at Law.
When on the 'Change he took his rounds,
He walk'd an hundred thousand pounds: