For mere good words I'm never paid;—
This is my way of plying trade.
When you have made a fair escape
From this unlucky, wretched scrape,
And when you are again restor'd
To your own happy bed and board;
When from all thraldom you are free,
Then, if it suits, remember me.'
"My notes were sew'd up in my coat,
For Julep would not take a groat.