A Poor Artificer Had Sold

A poor artificer had sold
Some sweepings of his master's gold,
And when he was brought into court
The jury had condemn'd him for't,
But the wise judge, more angry with
The plaintiff than the needy smith,
Said, " Is it not too shabby, sir,
To make for sweepings such a stir? "
" My lord," said he, "you little know
The worth of gold who reckon so.
These sweepings in a year or two
Weigh more than what the king pays you."