Fond hope! but Justice sanctifies the prayer—
Justice! here, Satire, strike! ’twere sin to spare!
Not she in British Courts that takes her stand,
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The dawdling balance dangling in her hand,
Adjusting punishments to fraud and vice,
With scrupulous quirks, and disquisition nice:
But firm, erect, with keen reverted glance,
Th’ avenging angel of regenerate France,
Who visits ancient sins on modern times,