That in the fields or lanes we win;
The field and lane that me invites
Is Chancery or Lincoln’s Inn.
Yes, there in some remote recess,
At eve, I practise on my flute,
Till some attorney comes to bless
With a rule nisi to compute.
No. 2.—SIGNING A PLEA.
Oh, how oft when alone at the close of the day
I’ve sat in that Court where the fig-tree don’t grow