Those brave old days when King Abuse did reign We sigh for, but we shall not see again. Then Eldon sowed the seed of equity That grew to bounteous harvest, and with glee...
I am a "coach" in Roman law by fate, But Nature must have meant me for a poet, And while I struggle with a rule or date, Poetic thoughts intrude before I know it. ...
A thousand doubts and pleadings in a day Are filed in Empress Reason's court supreme By angry Love--his eyes with anger gleam. "Which of us twain hath been more faithful, say....
Kind reader, tarry here, nor miss The law of Minneapolis. There was a carpenter called Brown, A citizen of that great town, Who stood his "inexpressive she"...
Glory and gain thus mixed distract the thought, We owe to honour all, to fortune nought; The poet, like the soldier, scorns for pay Peruvian gold, but seeks the wreath of bay....
Tell me, proud Rome, why dost these edicts read, These many laws by prince or people made, Or answers by the prudent duly weighed, When now thou canst the world no longer lead?...
Woe to the house whose mistress was a slave! So say old saws, my own in aid I crave; Woe to the court whose judge once spake for fees, Though he were readier than Isocrates!...