Paulus the Lawyer. Lindsay
“A slave to crowds, scorch’d with the summer’s heats,
In courts the wretched lawyer toils and sweats;
While smiling Nature, in her best attire,
Regales each sense, and vernal joys inspire.
Can he, who knows that real good should please
Barter for gold his liberty and ease?”
This Paulus preach’d:—When, entering at the door,
Upon his board the client pours the ore:
He grasps the shining gifts, pores o’er the cause,
Forgets the sun, and dozes o’er the laws.