Fragments: Odd Is the Justice of That Land

ODD is the Justice of that Land
Which only lopps the Thiefs right-hand :
The left, before inur'd to Robb,
Is each new Sessions in your Fobb.
In Britain We with wiser care
Chastise a Limb that has no pair ;
And when You hang him by the Neck
E'en trust him for a Second Trick.

But that of which he was bereft
Alas, had n'er a fellow left.