Once Law was sitting on the bench, And Mercy knelt a-weeping. 'Clear out!' he cried, 'disordered wench! Nor come before me creeping. Upon your knees if you appear, 'Tis plain your have no standing here.'
Then Justice came. His Honor cried: 'Your status? -- devil seize you!' 'Amica curiae,' she replied -- 'Friend of the court, so please you.' 'Begone!' he shouted -- 'there's the door -- I never saw your face before!'