That ever thou shouldst be dazzled with the enchanted islands and mountains of gold that old Lewis promises thee! 'Dswounds! why dost thou not lay out thy money to purchase a place at court of honest Israel?
I tell thee, thou must not so much as think of a composition.

[Not think of a composition; that's hard indeed; I can't help thinking of it, if I would.] Thou complainest of want of money--let thy wife and daughters burn the gold lace of their petticoats; sell thy fat cattle; retrench but a sirloin of beef and a peck-loaf in a week from thy gormandising.

[Retrench my beef--a dog! Retrench my beef; then it is plain the rascal has an ill design upon me--he would starve me.] Mortgage thy manor of Bullock's Hatch, or pawn thy crop for ten years.

[A rogue! part with my country-seat, my patrimony, all that I have left in the world; I'll see him hanged first.] Why hast thou changed thy attorney?
Can any man manage thy cause better for thee?
[Very pleasant! because a man has a good attorney, he must never make an end of his law-suit.] Ah, John! John! I wish thou knewest thine own mind.

Thou art as fickle as the wind.