Though they hadn’t a leg to stand upon.
Others, more merry, as just beginning,
Around on a point of law were spinning;
Or balanced aloft, ’twixt Bill and Answer,
Lead at each hand, like a tight-rope dancer—
Some were so cross, that nothing could please ’em;
Some gulp’d down affidavits to ease ’em;
All were in motion, yet never a one,
Let it move as it might, could ever move on.
“These,” said the spirit, “You plainly see,