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CANTO III.] And tho' it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pull'd out. Others believe no voice t' an organ So sweet as lawyer's in his bar-gown, Until, with subtle cobweb-cheats, They're catch'd in knotted law, like nets; In which, when once they are imbrangled, The more they stir, the more they're tangled; And while their purses can dispute. There's no end of th' immortal suit.
 * Others still gape t' anticipate

The cabinet designs of fate, Apply to wizards, to foresee What shall, and what shall never be; And as those vultures do forbode, Believe events prove bad or good. A flam more senseless than the roguery Of old aruspicy and aug'ry, That out of garbages of cattle Presag'd th' events of truce or battle; From flight of birds, or chickens pecking, Success of great'st attempts would reckon: