From generation dragged to generation,
And creeping slow from place to place.
Reason is changed to nonsense, good to evil,
Art thou a grandson, woe betide thy case!
Of Law they prate, most falsely clept the Civil,
But for that right, which from our birth we carry,
’Tis not a word found in their Dictionary.
Student.
Your words have much increased my detestation.
O happy he, to whom such guide points out the way!