For their approach no heated suitors burn,
Nor briefs delivered task their evening care;
No! children run indeed where’er they turn,
Or scrambling climb at wig and gown to stare.
Oft to their sophistry the sessions yield
Their labours oft have set at large a thief;
How jocund do they drive to such a field,
How bow their heads, when they receive a brief.
Let not their seniors mock this humble toil,
Which some regret that they can share no more;