Calm and sequester’d, motionless and mute,
In the remote back seats they pass’d each day.
Yet e’en their names are sometimes seen in print,
For Frail memorials on the outer doors
Disclose, in letters large, and dingy tints,
The unknown tenants of the upper floors.
Door-posts supply the place of Term Reports,
And splendid plates around the painter sticks,
To show that he, who never moved the courts,
Has moved from number two to number six.