Once more to gain a human Face,
I step'd into a Lawyer's Case:
This Station pleas'd me wond'rous well,
And in a trice I learn'd to spell,
Cou'd read old  with prying Eyes,
Explain, distinguish, and advise,
Talk  to a good degree;
As
and my Fee:
'Tis true I scorn'd to rob or kill,
But not to cheat or forge a Will:
In Jointures I cou'd split a Hair,
And make it turn against the Heir:
I spar'd no Widow for her Tears,
No Orphan for his tender Years:
My Maxim was — 'Get Money, Man,
Get Money, where and how you can:
Thus through the Stage of Life I run,
(For, Ah! my Race was quickly done)
And still preserv'd my Ears and Nose,
In spite of venial Sins like those.