Chapter LXXIII

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Soon must I mingle in the wordy war,
Where Knavery takes in vice her sly degrees,
As slip, away, not guilty, from the bar,
Counsel, or client, as their Honors please.
To breathe, in crowded courts, a pois'nous breath--
To plead for life--to justify a death--
To wrangle, jar, to twist, to twirl, to toil,--
This is the lawyer's life--a heart-consuming moil.