Pay! Pay!! Pay!!!
Reading edition
In which the Jumbler notes the profusion and the pertinacity of the Pauls and the pitiful paucity of Peters.
I'm daily robbing Peter for to pay Old Mr. Paul; I swear it's hard them both to satisfy; Pauls in legions me pursue, but the Peters are so few— I lie awake at night and wonder why. The hope of every Peter is some day to be a Paul. Then little Peters must be set to sprout. Ev'ry chance of Paul for pay would forever pass away The day the tribe of Peter petered out.
