Said Harley, "Welcome, rev'rend dean!
What makes your worship look so lean?
Why, sure you won't appear in town
In that old wig and rusty gown?
I doubt your heart is set on pelf
So much that you neglect yourself.
What! I suppose, now stocks are high,
You've some good purchase in your eye?
Or is your money out at use?"--
"Truce, good my lord, I beg a truce!"
The doctor in a passion cry'd,
"Your raillery is misapply'd;
Experience I have[11] dearly bought;
You know I am not worth a groat:
But you resolved to have your jest,
And 'twas a folly to contest;
Then, since you now have done your worst,
Pray leave me where you found me first."
[Footnote 1: Collated with Stella's copy.--_Forster_.]
[Footnote 2: Erasmus Lewis, Esq., the treasurer's secretary.]
[Footnote 3: By time.--_Stella_.]
[Footnote 4: Is now contented,--_Stella._]
[Footnote 5: The.--_Stella._]
[Footnote 6: Would.--_Stella._]
[Footnote 7: By.--_Stella._]
[Footnote 8: "Devoutly" is the word in Stella's transcript: but it must
be admitted that "demurely" is more in keeping.--_Forster_.]
[Footnote 9: The Dean's agent, a Frenchman.]
[Footnote 10: The lord treasurer's porter.]
[Footnote 11: I have experience.
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