Our glorious Edwards and our Henrys bold,
So touch'd, had kept the reprobate in hold;
But he escaped—nor fear, thank Heav'n, have I,
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Who love my king, for such offence to die.
But I am taught the danger would be much,
If these poor lines should one attorney touch—
(One of those limbs of law who're always here;
The heads come down to guide them twice a year.)
I might not swing indeed; but he in sport