Or flat’ry sooth the dull, cold debtor’s room?
Perhaps in those muse-slighted courts are laid
Some hearts once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of Thespis might have sway’d,
Or wak’d the modern Pindar’s laughing lyre,
But Themis to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of clients did unroll;
Chill penury repress’d their classic rage
Or beauty warm’d the current of the soul.
Yet many a term, a Lawyer, too serene,