By Mr. Lindsay[1] Dublin, Sept. 7, 1728. "A Slave To Crowds, Scorch'D With The Summer'S Heats, In Courts The Wretched Lawyer Toils And Sweats; While Smiling Nature, In Her Best Attire, Regales Each Sense, And Vernal Joys Inspire. Can He, Who Knows That Real Good Should Please, Barter For Gold His Liberty And Ease?" - This Paulus Preach'D: - When, Entering At The Door, Upon His Board The Client Pours The Ore: He Grasps The Shining Gift, Pores O'Er The Cause, Forgets The Sun, And Dozes On The Laws.