I Would That Love Were Subject Unto Law! Upon His Person I Should Lay Distraint And Force Him Thus To Answer My Complaint, Which I, In Well-Considered Counts, Should Draw. Not Free To Fly, He Needs Must Seek Some Flaw To Mar My Pleading, Though His Heart Were Faint; Declare His Counsel To Me, And Acquaint Himself With Maxim, Precedent, And Saw. Ah, I Could Win Him With Authorities, If Suing Thus In Such A Sober Court; Could Read Him Many An Ancient Rhym'D Report Of Such Sad Cases, Tears Would Fill His Eyes And He Confess A Judgment, Or Resort To Some Well-Pleasing Terms Of Compromise!