Or, busy housewife ply her ev’ning care,
Or children run to lisp their sire’s return,
And climb your knees the envied kiss to share.
But still thy juniors to thy learning yield,
When you put on the stately law peruke,
To prove their arguments are all afield
And make them bow at your hard stroke.
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Yet do not think thy wig so sprucely deck’d,
Will ne’er entice a brief that’s straying by: