In the casual fall of a pippin,
The Bench's calm height ought to scan,
More clearly than mortals thereunder.
But—your Magistrate is but a man,
And Man is much given to blunder.
An obstinate Beak or a cynical Q.C.,
Sometimes plays the fool—that is wisdom in nuce!
This gentleman stretched at his ease,
Looked monstrously wise and complacent.
How green the umbrageous trees!