Satyr Ii. To T:--- M.---y. On Law. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGH IJKKHH LLLLHHJJLLJJLL JJMNLLLLJJJLLLLLMOPQ LLJJLLFFLLHHRRSSTLLU UJJ VWJJJJRRRLLLL| Health 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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