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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.
LA RK. 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 rise and play ;
Then straight she shews, 'twas not for want of Voice,
Or Pow'r to climb, she made so low a Choice :
Singing the mounts, her airy Wings are ftretch'd
Tow'rds Heav'n, as if from Heav'n her Notes she fetch'd.
The wife 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.
Cowl. 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.
LAUREL. 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 is 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 LAW Y ER,
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 Laws,
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 fottish 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 Law's the Wisdom of all Ages,
And manag'd by the ableft Sages;
Who tho' their Business at the Bar
Be but a kind of Civil War,
In which th' engage with fiercer Dudgeons,
Then e'er the Grecians did the Trojaus,
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 Sagez ;
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 Galenift and Paracelfan,
Condemns the Way each other deals in :
Anatomists dissect 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 busy Rablle 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 andertake to do their Feats;
When in all other Sciences,
They fwarm like Insects, and increase :
For what Bigot durft 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 Faces ;
have well instructed me, For which you've carn'd, he e'tis, your Fee. Hud.