119
TO
EDWARD
Earle of Dorcet, after
his Sicknesse, and
happy recovery.
My Lord,
I find the Gentry so o're-joy'd i'th Towne,
As if all Prisons (safely) were rac'd downe:
As if, the Judges would no more resist
Wrongs with the Law, but each turne Duelist;
And not with Statutes, but with Rapiers fence,
At Mason's ward to succour Innocence.
As if some trusty Poet now had bin
Chosen with full voyce City-Chamberlin;
I find the Gentry so o're-joy'd i'th Towne,
As if all Prisons (safely) were rac'd downe:
As if, the Judges would no more resist
Wrongs with the Law, but each turne Duelist;
And not with Statutes, but with Rapiers fence,
At Mason's ward to succour Innocence.
As if some trusty Poet now had bin
Chosen with full voyce City-Chamberlin;
Their
