Vpon the worthie and sincere Proficients and Professants of the common Law

Law is the line,
Whose leuell is dispatch,
A lampe, whose light shewes
Iustice what is right,
A larke, whose vnseal'd eyes
Keepes early watch,
A loome, whose frame
Cannot be sway'd by might,
A list, where truth
Puts iniury to flight;
Streight line, bright lampe,
Sweete larke, strong loome, choice ist,
Guide, shine, shield, guard,
And liue truths Martialist.

Law is the sterne,
Which steares the ship of state,
The glorious stem
Whence Iustice sciens spring,
The chearefull starre,
Which early shines and late,
The staffe, whose stay
Supports the languishing,
The streame, whose spring
Is euer cherishing;
Rare sterne, rich stem, cleare starre,
Firme staffe, pure streame,
Steere, cheare, direct, support,
Refresh the meane.

Blest then are you,
Who labour to redresse
The poore mans case,
And measure your contents
By shielding th'weake
From awfull mightinesse,
Like graue Professants,
Good Proficients,
Clozing with equitie
Your ioynt consents;
'Tis you, 'tis you,
Who in this blemishd time,
Send out your lights
While other starrs decline.

When Greece in glory flourish'd,
She did reare
Some Images neare
Iustice sacred throne,
Which to be lame and blind
Portrayed were,
As proper obiects
To be look'd vpon,
Implying what
In Iustice should be done;
Blind to distinguish
Friend or foe, and lame,
From taking bribes,
To staine Astraeas name.

Cleare lights, pure lamps,
Rare stemms, rich streames of life,
Who shine, beame, spring,
And draine your christall course
From Iustice throne,
To coole the heate of strife,
By curbing aw with law,
With censure, force,
To chastise with restraint,
Cheare with remorse;
Long may you liue,
Since by your life you giue
Iustice new breath,
And make her euer liue.