Always for faving their own bacon :
No doubt, the text is here mistaken :
The copy's falfe, and fenfe is rack'd:
To prove it, I appeal to fact;
And thus by demonftration fhew
What burthens lawyers undergo.
With early clients at his door,
Though he was drunk the night before,
And crop-fick with unclubb'd-for wine,
The wretch must be at court by nine;
Half funk beneath his briefs and bag,
As ridden by a midnight hag :

Then, from the bar, harangues the bench,
In English vile, and viler French,
And Latin, vileft of the three;
And all for poor ten moidores fee!
Of paper how is he profufe,

With periods long, in terms abftruse!
What pains he takes to be prolix,
A thousand lines to ftand for fix!
Of common fenfe without a word in !
And is not this a grievous burden?

The lawyer is a common drudge,
To fight our cause before the judge:
And, what is yet a greater curfe,
Condemn'd to bear his client's purse;
While he, at ease, secure and light,
Walks boldly home at dead of night;
When term is ended, leaves the town,
Trots to his country-inanfion down ;

And,

And, difencumber'd of his load,
No danger dreads upon the road;
Despiseth rapparees, and rides

Safe through the Newry mountains fides.
Linday, 'tis you have fet me on,

To ftate this question pro and con.
My fatire may offend, 'tis true;
However, it concerns not you.
I own, there may, in every clan,
Perhaps, be found one honest man ;
Yet link them clofe, in this they jump.
To be but rafcals in the lump.
Imagine Lindsay at the bar,

He's much the fame his brethren are;
Well taught by practice to imbibe
The fundamentals of his tribe:
And, in his client's just defence,
Muft deviate oft' from common fenfe;
And make his ignorance difcerned,
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get the name of Council Learned
(As lucus comes à non lucendo),
And wifely do as other men do:
But fhift him to a better scene,
Among his crew of rogues in grain ;
Surrounded with companions fit,
To tafte his humour, fenfe, and wit;
You'd fwear he never took a fee,
Nor knew in law his A, B, C.

'Tis hard, where dulnefs over-rules, To keep good fenfe in crowds of fools.

And we admire the man, who faves
His honesty in crowds of knaves;
Nor yields up virtue, at difcretion,
To villains of his own profeffion.
Lindsay, you know what pains you take
In both, yet hardly save your stake;
And will you venture both anew,
To fit among that venal crew,
That pack of mimic legislators,
Abandon'd, ftupid, flavish praters
For, as the rabble daub and rifle

The fool who scrambles for a trifle ;
Who for his pains is cuff'd and kick'd,
Drawn through the dirt, his pockets pick'd;
You must expect the like difgrace,
Scrambling with rogues to get a place;
Must lose the honour you have gain'd,
Your numerous virtues foully ftain'd;
Disclaim for ever all pretence
To common honefty and fenfe;

And join in friendship with a strict tye,
To M-1, C―y, and Dick Tighe *.

*This gentleman, who was a privy counsellor, incurred the fevere difpleasure of the Dean, who has taken feveral opportunities of cenfuring him. N.

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DIALOGUE

BETWEEN

AN EMINENT LAWYER,

AND

DR. JONATHAN SWIFT, D. S. P. D.

In ALLUSION to HORACE, Book II. Sat. 1,

"Sunt quibus in Satira, &c."

SINCE

DR. SWIFT.

INCE there are perfons who complain
There's too much fatire in my vein;

That I am often found exceeding

The rules of raillery and breeding;
With too much freedom treat my betters,
Not fparing even men of letters :
You, who are skill'd in lawyers' lore,
What's your advice? Shall I give o’er ?
Nor ever fools or knaves expofe
Either in verfe or humourous profe;
And, to avoid all future ill,

In my fcrutoire lock up my quill?

LAWYER.

Since you are pleas'd to condefcend To afk the judgement of a friend,

Mr. Lindsay. See p. 103.

Your

Your cafe confider'd, I must think

You should withdraw from pen and ink,
Forbear your poetry and jokes,

And live like other Chriftian folks;
Or, if the Mufes must inspire

Your fancy with their pleafing fire,

Take fubjects fafer for your wit
Than thofe on which you lately writ.
Commend the times, your thoughts correct,
And follow the prevailing fect;

Affert, that Hyde *, in writing story,
Shews all the malice of a Tory;

While Burnet +, in his deathlefs page,
Difcovers freedom without rage.
To Woolfton recommend our youth,
For learning, probity, and truth;
That noble genius, who unbinds

The chains which fetter free-born minds;
Redeems us from the flavish fears
Which lafted near two thousand years;
He can alone the priesthood humble,
Make gilded fpires and altars tumble.

DR. SWIFT.

Muft I commend against my confcience
Such stupid blafphemy and nonfénfe?*

Edward Hyde, the firft earl of Clarendon, who

wrote the Hiftory of the Civil Wars.

N.

The celebrated Bp. of Salisbury. N.

A degraded clergyman of the church of England,

who wrote againft the miracles of Chrift. N.

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