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Has from a jury won the salve Of money for some random kick; But evil and advantage halve The verdict—so his bubble prick Of comfort; 'scapes the finding chill That he did, through his act conduce Of negligence, to his own ill; The beast impel to break the truce, And utter its malign retort: A menace real to success In happily getting from the Court, To which he looked for it, redress? Now whether he must lower his. flag— Abide without a remedy; Having collided with the snag Of this fell incongruity; And the result defendant clears. Leaving his gathered pile intact, (Though plaintiff might not, from his years, Have power from his rights to detract:1) Or that reprisal-making brute Was led its privilege to exceed, Judgment to follow in the suit May tell us, when its lines we read. 1 Plaintiff was twelve years old.