To strike commissioners is next the thing, Four names a piece let either party bring; Then from the four let each their two erase; Seal quick the dedimus, and name a place; Bespeak provision for a month at least, And call your brother tigers to the feast; So may they well that courtesy repay By like invite upon a future day! Of wine be careful to secure a stock-- Port, Champagne, Claret, Burgundy, and Hock. Your guns arrange, call out your steeds and dogs, For too much toil the mental action clogs.[27] What--if to keep your trust an oath be given; Secure of hell, no longer think of heaven; Enjoy the goods that knavery has sent, And laugh and revel to your heart’s content. One day with opening the commission fill; The next, with prefatory measures kill; The third, discuss what will not question bear; The fourth, for relaxation course a hare. But why thus hunt a subject off it’s legs? I do but teach my grandam to suck eggs:-- An art attornies practice far too well,-- Yoke white, their own--a client takes the shell. What if he grumble, theirs has been the toil, With profit scarce to make the kettle boil. A porter’s lot would suit them better far; No anxious cares his peaceful dream can mar; While their reward for nightly want of ease, Just adds a pint of ale to bread and cheese. The scene is changed; behold that child of want On dainties feeding, like a cormorant. A venison pasty serves to make his lunch; For dinner turtle soup with gelid punch, Pheasant and partridge, quail, and ortolan, Jellies, blancmange, pies, custards, parmesan, To him it boots not what the price or fare, Provided all be exquisite and rare. When others pay the piper who would dine On vulgar viands and a common wine? The bill is paid, unnoticed all details, And smirking waiters hail unusual vails. The landlord smiles, tho’ not of shame bereft To be the pander of so base a theft. The licens’d robber walks un-hang’d away, And baffled ketch is cheated of his prey, Not but that Jack to noose a friend might falter, Tho’ neck of none would better fit the halter. Despair not, Grabble; give thy talents scope, And in the end be certain of a rope-- It needs not much prophetic skill to trace The gibbet’s symbol pictured in thy face.