XIX.
Next mounted on a monster like a louse,
With parchments loaded, came a man of law,[[333]]
Sprung from an ancient Caledonian house,
Cunningly could he quibble out a flaw;
And this sage man would chatter like a daw,
To prove the moon green cheese, and black, pure white,
Spitting out treason from his greedy maw;
To breed sedition was his chief delight,
And scratch men’s scabs to ulcers still with all his might.