It is plain I was intended for a man of law.

How did my guardians mistake my genius in placing me, like a mean slave, behind a counter?
Bless me! what immense estates these fellows raise by the law.

Besides, it is the profession of a gentleman.

What a pleasure it is to be victorious in a cause: to swagger at the bar.

What a fool am I to drudge any more in this woollen trade.