The Lawyers Demurrer Argued.
By the Loyall ADDRESSERS (the Gentlemen) of Grays-Inne,
Against an ORDER made by the Bench of the Said Society.
To the Tune of Packingtons Pound, Or, The Round-Head Revivd.
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I.
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[D]Ear Friends, and Good People, with Gowns and with none,
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Ile tell you a Tale of a parcell of Whiggs,
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[The] Spawn of some Rebells in year Forty One,
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[Wh]o like their damnd Sires pursues their Intrigues:
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It occasions amazing,
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That some Members of Grays-Inne,
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[Tur]n Tail to their King, from whom theyd their Raising:
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You Mortals of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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II.
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[By] a musty old Custome, calld Order of Pension,
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[Gi]ving Thanks to the King was judgd an Affray;
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[And] straight they Decreed. twas Just to Disbench One, (S)
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[For] shewing Himself more Loyal then they:
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So thus the Dom. Com.
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Speak loudly for some,
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[But] propose the Kings Intrest, the word shall be Mum.
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever;
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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III.
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[Me]n of the Sword they say make a Division, (S)
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[An]d militant Lawyers their Wisdoms disown,
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[So] that from the King have had a Commission,
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[Do]es not consist with a tatterd old Gown:
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These men make pretense,
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Both to Law and to Sense,
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[Yet] say, the Law[]s broke, if you Fight for your Prince.
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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IV.
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[Fro]m th Antients (they urge) this Order comes out,
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[An]d therefore expect a ready Obedience,
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[But] how can that be, since their Masterships doat,
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[An]d they themselves have forgotten Allegeance:
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Therefore lets pray,
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Both by night and by Day,
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[Th]at they may Conform, and then well Obey.
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address unto your Law-giver.
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V.
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But woud it not move a Heart made of Flint,
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To think that a House must continue no longer,
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Since the grave Gubernators refusd to consent,
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Except twere proposd by a Bar-Iron-monger; (C)
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Or else by a Brewer, (O)
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Who serves them with Beer,
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So small, that theyre filld with Suspition and Fear.
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You Mortals of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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VI.
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Now some of the younger disconsolate fry, (G)
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As if theyd been still at ----- Quaeso Magister,
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Under such strange Apprehensions did lye,
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They desird to consult the Chappell-Minister.
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One of the young Men,
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Woud not handle a Pen,
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For my Lord, and my Father wont take me agen. (B)
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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VII.
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The Number of those who refusd to Subscribe,
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Are fitly compard to the days of poor Job,
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Few and Evil ----- and of a Satanicall Tribe,
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Who Scandalize all the rest of the Robe;
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Those of the Bar-messe,
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Who cryd ----- No Address,
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Found their Party of Faction were two to one Lesse;
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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VIII.
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Now you have heard of these Lawyers Demurrer,
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And how their weak Arguments are over-ruld,
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Without all Dispute will think an Abhorrer,
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Of them and Petitions are loyally Bold.
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For such Impudence,
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Both at Bar and at Bench,
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Proceeds from those Men, who their King would Retrench:
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You Mortalls of Law be confounded for ever,
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Who refuse an Address made to your Law-giver.
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