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HE tender Firstlings of the woolly Breed. Dryd. Virg.
Come lead me forward now, like a tame Lamb,
To facrifice. Thus, in his fatal Garlands,
Deck'd fine and pleas'd, the Wanton kips and plays,
Trots by th' enticing flatt'ring Priestess Side ;
And, much transported with its little Pride,
Forgets his dear Companions of the Plain,
Till, by her bound, he's on the Altar lain. (Ven. Pref.
Yet, then too, hardly bleats, such Pleasure's in the Pain. Or.
A hundred Lambs With bleating Cries attend their milky Dams. Dryd. Virg.
LARK. See Morning The Lark, that shuns on lofty Boughs to build Her humble Neft, lies filent in the Field : But if the Promise of a cloudless Day, Aurora smiling, bids her rife and play; Then straight she shews, 'twas not for want of Voice, Or Pow'r to climb, she made so low a Choice : Singing she mounts, her airy Wings are Aretch'd Tow'rds Heav'n, as if from Heav'n her Notes she fetch'd.
The wise Example of the heav'nly Lark, (Wall. Thy Fellow Poet, Cowley mark: Above the Clouds let thy proud Musick sound, Thy humble Neft build on the Ground. Coul. .
And now the Herald Lark, Left his Ground Neft, high tow'ring to descry The Morn's Approach, and greet her with his Song. Milt.
L AUREL. See Daphne. The Laurel is the Sign of Labour crown'd; Which bears the bitter Blast, nor shaken falls to Ground. From Winter-winds it suffers no Decay, For ever fresh and fair, and ev'ry Month May : Ev'n when the vital Sap retreats below, Ev'n when the hoary Head is hid in Snow, The Life is in the Leaf, and still between The Pits of falling Snows, appears the streaky Green. Dryd.
(The Flower and the Leaf
L AW and LAWYER.
Them never yet did Strife or Av'rice draw
Into the noisy Markets of the Law,
The Camp of gowned War.
Laws bear the Name, but Money has the Pow'r;
The Cause is bad, whene'er the Client's poor :
Those strict liv'd-Men, that seem above our World,
Are oft too modeft to resist our Gold;
So Judgment, like our other Wares, is fold:
And the grave Knight, that nods upon the Laws,
Wak'd by a Fee, hems, and approves the Cause.
You save the Expence of long litigious Lăws,
Where Suits are travers’d, and fo little won,
That he who conquers is but last undone,
He that with injury is grieved,
And goes to Law to be relieved,
Is fillier than a sottish Chowse,
Who, when a Thief has robb’d his House,
Applies himself to Cunning-men,
To help him to his Goods agen;
When all he can expect to gain,
Is but to squander more in vain.
For Lawyers, left Bear Defendant
And Plaintiff Dog should make an End on't,
Do stave and tail with Writs of Error,
Reverse of Judgment and Demurrer,
To let 'em breathe a while, and then
Cry Whoop! and set 'em on agen;
Until with subtil Cobweb Cheats
'They're catch'd in knotted Law, like Nets :
In which, when once they are imbrangled,
The more they ftir, the more they're tangled,
And while their Purses can dispute,
'There's no End of th’immortal Suit. Hud,
"Tis Law that settles all you do,
And marries where you did but woo ;
That makes the moit perfidious Lover, .
A Lady that's as false recover.
For Lai's the Wisdom of all Ages,
And manag'd by the ableft Sages;
Who tho' their Bus'ness at the Bar
Be but a kind of Civil War,
In which th' engage with fiercer Dudgeons,
Then e'er the Grecians did the Trojans,
They never manage the Contest
T' impair their public Interest,
Or, by their Controversies, lessen
The Dignity of their Profession :
For Lawyers have more fober Sense,
Than t argue at their own Expence;
But make their best Advantages
of others Quarrels, like the Swiss,
And out of foreign Controversies,
By aiding both Sides, fill their Purses:
But have no Int'rest in the Cause
For which th' engage, and wage the Laws ;
Nor farther Prospect than their Pay,
Whether they lose or win the Day.
And tho'th' abounded in all Ages,
With fundry learned Clerks and Sages;
Tho' all their Bus’ness be Dispute,
With which they canvass e very Suit;
They've no Ditputes about their Art,
Nor'in Polemicks controvert;
While all Professions else are found,
With nothing but Disputes t’abound.
Divines of all Sorts, and Phyficians,
The Galenist and Paraceljan,
Condemns the Way each other deals in :
Anatomists diffect and mangle,
To cut themselves out Work to wrangle ;
Aftrologers dispute their Dreams,
That in their Sleep they talk of Schemes ;
And Heralds stickle who got who,
So many hundred Years ago.
But Lawyers are too wise à Nation
T'expose their Trade to Disputation;
Or make the buíy Rabble Judges
Of all their secret Piques and Grudges :
In which, whoever wins the Day,
The whole Profession's sure to pay.
Besides, no Mountebanks nor Cheats
Dare undertake to do their Feats;
When in all other Sciences,
They swarm like Insects, and increase :
For what Bigot durst ever draw,
By inward Light, a Deed in Law?
Or could hold forth by Revelation,
An Answer to a Declaration ?
For those that meddle with their Tools,
Will cut their Fingers, if they're Fools. Hud.
I would not give, qucth Huditras,
A Straw to understand a Case,
Without the admirable Skill
'To wind and manage it at will;
To veer, and tack, and steer a Cause
Against the Weather-gage of Laws,
And ring the Changes upon Cases,
As plain as Nofes upon
have well initructed me, For which you've earn'd, hee'tis, your Fee. Had.