When law addressed herself to set wrong right,
And proved so slow in taking the first step
That ever some new grievance,—tort, retort,
On one or the other side,—o'ertook i' the game,
Retarded sentence, till this deed of death
Is thrown in, as it were, last bale to boat
Crammed to the edge with cargo—or passengers?
'Trecentos inseris: ohe, jam satis est!
Huc appelle!'—passengers, the word must be."
Long since, the boat was loaded to my eyes.