The Borough. Letter Vi: Professions--law Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'TRADES and Professions' these are themes the MuseA
Left to her freedom would forbear to chooseA
But to our Borough they in truth belongB
And we perforce must take them in our songB
Be it then known that we can boast of theseC
In all denominations ranks degreesC
All who our numerous wants through life supplyD
Who soothe us sick attend us when we dieD
Or for the dead their various talents tryD
Then have we those who live by secret artsE
By hunting fortunes and by stealing heartsE
Or who by nobler means themselves advanceF
Or who subsist by charity and chanceF
Say of our native heroes shall I boastG
Born in our streets to thunder on our coastG
Our Borough seamen Could the timid MuseA
More patriot ardour in their breasts infuseA
Or could she paint their merit or their skillH
She wants not love alacrity or willH
But needless all that ardour is their ownI
And for their deeds themselves have made them knownI
Soldiers in arms Defenders of our soilJ
Who from destruction save us who from spoilJ
Protect the sons of peace who traffic or who toilJ
Would I could duly praise you that each deedK
Your foes might honour and your friends might readL
This too is needless you've imprinted wellM
Your powers and told what I should feebly tellM
Beside a Muse like mine to satire proneI
Would fail in themes where there is praise aloneI
Law shall I sing or what to Law belongsN
Alas there may be danger in such songsN
A foolish rhyme 'tis said a trifling thingO
The law found treason for it touch'd the KingO
But kings have mercy in these happy timesP
Or surely One had suffered for his rhymesP
Our glorious Edwards and our Henrys boldQ
So touch'd had kept the reprobate in holdQ
But he escap'd nor fear thank Heav'n have ID
Who love my king for such offence to dieD
But I am taught the danger would be muchR
If these poor lines should one attorney touchR
One of those Limbs of Law who're always hereS
The Heads come down to guide them twice a yearT
I might not swing indeed but he in sportU
Would whip a rhymer on from court to courtU
Stop him in each and make him pay for allV
The long proceedings in that dreaded HallV
Then let my numbers flow discreetly onW
Warn'd by the fate of luckless CoddringtonW
Lest some attorney pardon me the nameX
Should wound a poor solicitor for fameX
One Man of Law in George the Second's reignW
Was all our frugal fathers would maintainW
He too was kept for forms a man of peaceY
To frame a contract or to draw a leaseY
He had a clerk with whom he used to writeZ
All the day long with whom he drank at nightZ
Spare was his visage moderate his billH
And he so kind men doubted of his skillH
Who thinks of this with some amazement seesC
For one so poor three flourishing at easeC
Nay one in splendour see that mansion tallV
That lofty door the far resounding hallV
Well furnish'd rooms plate shining on the boardA2
Gay liveried lads and cellar proudly storedA2
Then say how comes it that such fortunes crownW
These sons of strife these terrors of the townW
Lo that small Office there th' incautious guestB2
Goes blindfold in and that maintains the restB2
There in his web th' observant spider liesC2
And peers about for fat intruding fliesC2
Doubtful at first he hears the distant humD2
And feels them fluttering as they nearer comeD2
They buzz and blink and doubtfully they treadL
On the strong bird lime of the utmost threadL
But when they're once entangled by the ginW
With what an eager clasp he draws them inW
Nor shall they 'scape till after long delayE2
And all that sweetens life is drawn awayE2
'Nay this ' you cry 'is common place the taleF2
Of petty tradesmen o'er their evening aleF2
There are who living by the legal penW
Are held in honour 'Honourable men''W
Doubtless there are who hold manorial courtsG2
Or whom the trust of powerful friends supportsG2
Or who by labouring through a length of timeH2
Have pick'd their way unsullied by a crimeH2
These are the few in this in every placeI2
Fix the litigious rupture stirring raceI2
Who to contention as to trade are ledL
To whom dispute and strife are bliss and breadL
There is a doubtful Pauper and we thinkJ2
'Tis not with us to give him meat and drinkJ2
There is a Child and 'tis not mighty clearT
Whether the mother lived with us a yearT
A Road's indicted and our seniors doubtK2
If in our proper boundary or withoutK2
But what says our attorney He our friendL2
Tells us 'tis just and manly to contendL2
'What to a neighbouring parish yield your causeM2
While you have money and the nation lawsN2
What lose without a trial that which triedO2
May nay it must be given on our sideO2
All men of spirit would contend such menW
Than lose a pound would rather hazard tenW
What be imposed on No a British soulP2
Despises imposition hates controlP2
The law is open let them if they dareQ2
Support their cause the Borough need not spareQ2
All I advise is vigour and good willH
Is it agreed then Shall I file a bill 'R2
The trader grazier merchant priest and allV
Whose sons aspiring to professions callV
Choose from their lads some bold and subtle boyS2
And judge him fitted for this grave employS2
Him a keen old practitioner admitsT2
To write five years and exercise his witsT2
The youth has heard it is in fact his creedK
Mankind dispute that Lawyers may be fee'dK
Jails bailiffs writs all terms and threats of LawU2
Grow now familiar as once top and tawK
Rage hatred fear the mind's severer illsV2
All bring employment all augment his billsV2
As feels the surgeon for the mangled limbW2
The mangled mind is but a job for himW2
Thus taught to think these legal reasoners drawU2
Morals and maxims from their views of LawU2
They cease to judge by precepts taught in schoolsX2
By man's plain sense or by religious rulesX2
No nor by law itself in truth discern'dK
But as its statutes may be warp'd and turn'dK
How they should judge of man his word and deedK
They in their books and not their bosoms readK
Of some good act you speak with just applauseN2
'No no ' says he ''twould be a losing causeM2
Blame you some tyrant's deed he answers 'NayW
He'll get a verdict heed you what you say 'R2
Thus to conclusions from examples ledK
The heart resigns all judgment to the headK
Law law alone for ever kept in viewY2
His measures guides and rules his conscience tooY2
Of ten commandments he confesses threeZ2
Are yet in force and tells you which they beZ2
As Law instructs him thus 'Your neighbour's wifeA3
You must not take his chattles nor his lifeA3
Break these decrees for damage you must payE2
These you must reverence and the rest you may 'R2
Law was design'd to keep a state in peaceY
To punish robbery that wrong might ceaseY
To be impregnable a constant fortK
To which the weak and injured might resortK
But these perverted minds its force employS2
Not to protect mankind but to annoyS2
And long as ammunition can be foundK
Its lightning flashes and its thunders soundK
Or Law with lawyers is an ample stillH
Wrought by the passions' heat with chymic skillH
While the fire burns the gains are quickly madeK
And freely flow the profits of the tradeK
Nay when the fierceness fails these artists blowB3
The dying fire and make the embers glowB3
As long as they can make the smaller profits flowB3
At length the process of itself will stopC3
When they perceive they've drawn out every dropC3
Yet I repeat there are who nobly striveD3
To keep the sense of moral worth aliveD3
Men who would starve ere meanly deign to liveD3
On what deception and chican'ry giveE3
And these at length succeed they have their strifeA3
Their apprehensions stops and rubs in lifeA3
But honour application care and skillH
Shall bend opposing fortune to their willH
Of such is Archer he who keeps in aweF3
Contending parties by his threats of lawU2
He roughly honest has been long a guideK
In Borough business on the conquering sideK
And seen so much of both sides and so longB
He thinks the bias of man's mind goes wrongB
Thus though he's friendly he is still severeT
Surly thG3

George Crabbe



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