Satyr Ii. To T:--- M.---y. On Law. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGH IJKKHH LLLLHHJJLLJJLL JJMNLLLLJJJLLLLLMOPQ LLJJLLFFLLHHRRSSTLLU UJJ VWJJJJRRRLLLLHealth advice an old acquaintance sends | A |
Health advice the wish debt of friends | A |
Tis fitt I teach the templar how to thrive | B |
Who teaches me with temperance to live | B |
Be still then murmuring Clients for a while | C |
Ye noisy four Court walls awhile be still | D |
Splitt with hard banter the Lawyers tongue | E |
Now Give a gentler Eccho to my song | F |
Of Law I sing inspire my weaker pen | G |
Lost Suits pleaders little usd to gain | H |
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That angry Justice to her heaven went | I |
There seems not so confessd an argument | J |
As Lawyers thriving in her name below | K |
When were she here again again she'd go | K |
Thus courtiers if a Kings from care wthdrawn | H |
Rise without meritt with fraud rule on | H |
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All Law was conscience once unmixd wth tricks | L |
Found out by interest or for politicks | L |
To his award each happy village stands | L |
Whose awfull virtue most respect commands | L |
Nor bribes nor favour swayd the rigid man | H |
But all his acts in golden order ran | H |
Till love of gain or fame found out ye croud | J |
rose by seeming good above the good | J |
From this gross error to relieve their lands | L |
Projecting patriots gave their helping hands | L |
Then Laws were putt in writing courts were reard | J |
Men for forehead strong lungs preferrd | J |
A friend or whore became a heightning clause | L |
mony grew the meritt of the cause | L |
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Woud you be taught your paths of gain to tread | J |
But man wants little teaching to be bad | J |
Gett impudence each nation has its share | M |
Or something which does wondrous like appear | N |
Scotch confidence the vanity of France | L |
The surly English air the Irish ignorance | L |
All stand for this or up to this advance | L |
Letts hear the other side the Judge commands | L |
Tully rises with his brief in hand | J |
Tully so known so little heard of late | J |
But bauling Matho wont give over yet | J |
Forbid shameless still he quotes ye lawes | L |
Till want of time his unceasing noise | L |
Staves of a Judgement or obtains the cause | L |
Thus what the first of every term he gaines | L |
So great a family so well maintaines | L |
Poor modesty as old records declare | M |
Was starvd to death behind the foremost barr | O |
Have many words nor spare ye breath you sell | P |
Your Clients pleasd you labour tho' you fail | Q |
Hence fluent Nevolus his great success | L |
Smoothly he utters finds his words with ease | L |
his reasons places in the clearest light | J |
pleads with humour where he has not right | J |
Livy whose country talks upon his words | L |
Shows reason reason if the cause affords | L |
by his happy fault of speaking long | F |
Makes some believe he shows it in ye wrong | F |
Your terms are too of wondrous consequence | L |
To dazzle ignorance puzzle sence | L |
many private tricks besides are known | H |
Which practise finds or custom has sett down | H |
Young Brutus who so quickly came in play | R |
To gainfull fame found this effectuall way | R |
In form pauperis much he undertook | S |
As men who fish take worm upon ye hook | S |
to be often heard for nothing often spoke | T |
With this last rule I close my whole advice | L |
Take all you can he looses who deny's | L |
Who by one side is usd may honest be | U |
But he is rich who takes of both his fee | U |
least you want a story of your art | J |
Hear how began this double dealing part | J |
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In times of yore sops vocall grove | V |
When fingers talkd of something else then Love | W |
The hands fell out the plaintiff left maintaind | J |
The right in all things tho unjustly reignd | J |
Then this her plea that had her answer heard | J |
This brought deponents that Cross bills preferrd | J |
After a Long debate to make them pay | R |
for you as well may hope to gett away | R |
for nought as allmost nought the Judges say | R |
What ere the world in other things intends | L |
To shew how much we wish relations friends | L |
As often as we can the court decrees | L |
To use you both alike in taking fees | L |
Thomas Parnell
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