The penalty of folly makes him wise.
With crooked judgments, lo! the oath’s dread God
Avenging runs, and tracks them where they trod:
Rough are the ways of Justice as the sea;
Dragg’d to and fro by men’s corrupt decree:
Bribe-pamper’d men! whose hands perverting draw
The right aside, and warp the wrested law.
Though, while corruption on their sentence waits,
They thrust pale Justice from their haughty gates;
Invisible their steps the virgin treads,