The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense

Men The Most Infamous Are Fond Of Fame, And Those Who Fear Not Guilt Yet Start At Shame.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

Enough Of Self, That Darling Luscious Theme, O'er Which Philosophers In Raptures Dream; Of Which With Seeming Disregard They Write Then Prizing Most When Most They Seem To Slight.