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Not far her Cave; Come on, and let's Submit
To what Expedient She pronounces fit.

All with One Voice the sage Advice approve,
And tow'rds the Bar the Holy Warriours move.
Her Den groan'd horrible, while Echo round
Doubles th' affright, as She repeats the Sound.

Amidst those Gothick Pillars, which Support
The formidable Hall, and awful Court
Of Common Pleas; a Famous Fabrick's rear'd,
Ador'd by Lawyers and by Clients fear'd.
Here Fools and Knaves each Term in shoals repair,
Thin'd with the Diet of Litigious Air.
Beneath a Hill of Briefs, Green Bags, and Scrolls,
Here every Morn a Hectic Sibyll howls.
Vain are the Tears of Orphans, vain their Cries,
To that foul Monster, void of Ears and Eyes,

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