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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satyr II. To T:--- M.---y. On Law.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Health & advice an old acquaintance sends,<br>Health & advice, the wish & debt of friends,<br>Tis fitt I teach the templar how to thrive,<br>Who teaches me with temperance to live.<br>Be still then murmuring Clients for a while,<br>Ye noisy four Court walls awhile be still,<br>Splitt with hard banter, & the Lawyers tongue,<br>Now Give a gentler Eccho to my song.<br>Of Law I sing, inspire my weaker pen,<br>Lost Suits, & pleaders little usd to gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That angry Justice to her heaven went<br>There seems not so confessd an argument,<br>As Lawyers thriving in her name below,<br>When were she here again, again she'd go.<br>Thus courtiers, if a Kings from care wthdrawn,<br>Rise without meritt, & with fraud rule on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Law was conscience once, unmixd wth tricks,<br>Found out by interest, or for politicks:<br>To his award each happy village stands,<br>Whose awfull virtue most respect commands,<br>Nor bribes, nor favour swayd the rigid man,<br>But all his acts in golden order ran;<br>Till love of gain, or fame, found out ye croud,<br>& rose by seeming good, above the good.<br>From this gross error to relieve their lands<br>Projecting patriots gave their helping hands:<br>Then Laws were putt in writing, courts were reard,<br>& Men for forehead, & strong lungs preferrd,<br>A friend or whore became a heightning clause,<br>& mony grew the meritt of the cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woud you be taught your paths of gain to tread,<br>But man wants little teaching to be bad,<br>Gett impudence, each nation has its share,<br>Or something which does wondrous like appear,<br>Scotch confidence, the vanity of France,<br>The surly English air, the Irish ignorance,<br>All stand for this, or up to this advance.<br>Letts hear the other side, the Judge commands,<br>& Tully rises with his brief in hand,<br>Tully so known, so little heard of late, <br>But bauling Matho wont give over yet,<br>Forbid & shameless still he quotes ye lawes<br>Till want of time & his unceasing noise,<br>Staves of a Judgement or obtains the cause.<br>Thus what the first of every term he gaines,<br>So great a family so well maintaines.<br>Poor modesty, as old records declare,<br>Was starvd to death behind the foremost barr.<br>Have many words, nor spare ye breath you sell,<br>Your Clients pleasd you labour, tho' you fail;<br>Hence fluent Nevolus his great success,<br>Smoothly he utters, finds his words with ease,<br>his reasons places in the clearest light,<br>& pleads with humour, where he has not right.<br>Livy, whose country talks upon his words,<br>Shows reason, reason if the cause affords,<br>& by his happy fault of speaking long<br>Makes some believe he shows it in ye wrong.<br>Your terms are too of wondrous consequence,<br>To dazzle ignorance, & puzzle sence.<br>& many private tricks besides are known,<br>Which practise finds, or custom has sett down.<br>Young Brutus, who so quickly came in play,<br>To gainfull fame found this effectuall way,<br>In formâ pauperis much he undertook,<br>As men who fish take worm upon ye hook,<br>& to be often heard, for nothing often spoke.<br>With this last rule I close my whole advice,<br>Take all you can, he looses who deny's,<br>Who by one side is usd may honest be,<br>But he is rich who takes of both his fee.<br>& least you want a story of your art,<br>Hear how began this double-dealing part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In times of yore, & Æsops vocall grove,<br>When fingers talkd of something else then Love,<br>The hands fell out, the plaintiff, left maintaind,<br>The right in all things tho unjustly reignd.<br>Then this her plea, that had her answer heard,<br>This brought deponents, that Cross bills preferrd.<br>After a Long debate to make them pay,<br>(for you as well may hope to gett away,<br>for nought, as allmost nought) the Judges say, <br>What ere the world in other things intends,<br>To shew how much we wish relations friends,<br>As often as we can, the court decrees,<br>To use you both alike in taking fees</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Health & advice, the wish & debt of friends,
Tis fitt I teach the templar how to thrive,
Who teaches me with temperance to live.
Be still then murmuring Clients for a while,
Ye noisy four Court walls awhi..."></div>
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