That form,—which eating Peers admired,—
Which heaven-born liberty inspir'd!
Which keeps our ministers in awe,
And is from justice screen'd by law!
"The sad resource to which you're driven,
Appears by your appeal to heaven:
A place ne'er thought on once before,—
Withdraw th' appeal and give it o'er.
You must proceed by different ways;
Your only court's the Common Pleas.