Classic Poem

Once at the Bar a longing look you cast,
Anon 'twas rhetoric you thought inspiring,
Now you are Nestor's age, and nearly past
The time when others think about retiring.
Begin, if rhetoric attracts you greatly,
There's room for teachers — three have died just lately.

But should you think you lack the teacher's skill
Or spirit, or are doubtful of succeeding,
The courts have seethed with litigants, until
The Marsyas himself might turn to pleading.
Delay no more — we're growing tired of waiting —
Or you are like to die, still hesitating.