Classic Poem

My attendance as client you claim without end.
I don't come myself, but my freedman I send.
" That's not the same thing" — Nay, it's more, I will swear it.
I can scarcely keep up with your chair; he will bear it,
He will thrust people back if you get in a crush;
My elbows are weak and too well-bred to push.
At your stories in court I find nothing to say;
But he'll shout " bravo" with a deafening bray.
If a law-suit you have, he will bellow abuse;
My shyness forbids me strong language to use.
You will say — " You, my friend, have an easy task got" —
Not so: I will do all my freedman can not.