Moores Fables for the female sex: Embellished with engravings . ?Is JUSTICE grown so strange a name?Were not your courts for justice raisd?Twas there of old my altars guardian thee did I elect,My sacred temple to protect;That thou, and all thy venal spurn the goddess for a bribe!Aloud the ruind client cries,Justice has neither ears nor eyes! 40 In foul alliance with the bar,Gainst me the judge denounces war,And rarely issues his decree,But with intent to batfle me. She pausd. Her breast with fury burnd;The trembling lawyer thus returnd:I own the charge is justly laid,And
Moores Fables for the female sex: Embellished with engravings . ?Is JUSTICE grown so strange a name?Were not your courts for justice raisd?Twas there of old my altars guardian thee did I elect,My sacred temple to protect;That thou, and all thy venal spurn the goddess for a bribe!Aloud the ruind client cries,Justice has neither ears nor eyes! 40 In foul alliance with the bar,Gainst me the judge denounces war,And rarely issues his decree,But with intent to batfle me. She pausd. Her breast with fury burnd;The trembling lawyer thus returnd:I own the charge is justly laid,And weak tb excuse that can be made;Yet search the spacious globe, and seeIf all mankind are not like GOWN-MAN, skilld in romish lies,By faiths false glass deludes our eyes;Oer conscience rides without robs the man, to save his soul. The DOCTOR, with important face,By sly design mistakes the case;Prescribes, and spins out the disease,To trick the patient of his fees.—The SOLDIER, rough with many a scar,And red with slaughter, leads the war;. mutr dtl^ ^r saOp*. Zon^ien Juhlished Junr j^ I^OQ ^V THi^tinstOjSllcfhim 41 If he a nations trust betray,The foe has ofFerd double pay. When vice oer all mankind prevails,^Vnd weighty iutrest turns the scales^Must I be better than the harbour justice in my breast?On one side only take the fee,Content with poverty and thee ? Thou bluid to sense, and vile of mind,Th exasperated shade rejoind,If virtue from the world is flown,Will others faults excuse thy own ?For sickly souls the priest was made;Physicians for the bodys aid;The SOLDIER guarded liberty;Man, woman, and the lawyer me:If all are faithless to their leave not thee the less your pleadings I disclaim^And bar the sanction of my name; 42 Within your courts it shall be JUSTICE from the law is fled. She spoke; and hid in shades her face,Till HARDWICK soothd her into grace. 43 FABLE IX. THE FARMER, THE SPANIEL, AND T
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