And money for injustice paid;
Or a loud, base, malignant joy,
Which the law's triumphs might employ;—
To an old house that stood alone,
With ivy and with moss o'ergrown,
And where the practiser of laws
Did his foul deeds 'mid bats and daws;
Nay, which, as fame reports, was worse,
The house was saddled with a curse,
That Gripe-all, in the law's despite,