Next mounted on a monster like a louse, With parchments loaded, came a man of law, Sprung from an ancient Caledonian house, Cunningly could he quibble out a flaw: And this sage man could chatter like a daw, To prove the moon green cheese, and black, pure white, Spitting out treason from his greedy maw; To breed sedition was his chief delight, And scratch men's scabs to ulcers still with all his might.
