No matter when or where,
And to treat that thing as a mere old song
Is more than the richest dare.
For the foolish spirits, who seek that Court,
To its Vultures once fallen a prey,
May struggle in vain to’ escape what they sought—
They never can get away.
’Tis a gem in its way, spite of evil repute,
No friend sticks so close as a Chancery suit.
The Briton may traverse each legal port