Amd take care that we never deal in
Any thing that looks like stealing.
My books are fair, accounts are right,
In them my honour's sound and tight:
Valet I am and Butler both,
A rare advantage to our cloth,
And there's no day, nay scarce an hour
But tempting profits court my power,
Yet may dread Heaven above forsake me,
And Old Nick in his fury take me,