‘the guild, caſt into the debtor’s priſon; and, as my creditors refuſed to maintain me any longer, baniſhed out of the country.
‘On my pilgrimage to miſery and hunger I was met by one of my old cuſtomers, mounted on a ſtately ſteed: he called out to me in an inſulting tone, Thou cobler! thou bundle of rags! thou haſt, I ſee, but half learned thy trade; thou canſt blow up the bladder, and not fill it; make the pot, and not cook in it; thou haſt leather, but never a laſt; thou makeſt capital purſes, but haſt not a ſous to put in them. Hearken, comrade, replied I, thou haſt a wretched aim, thy arrows none of them hit the mark. Doſt thou not know that there are many things in the world that fit, and yet are not together? many a man has a ſtable, and no horſe; a barn-floor, and no corn to threſh; a pantry, and no bread; a cellar, and no beer; and ſo, according to the proverb, one has the purſe, and another the
