and the war desk thrums with idle potency.

There gleam the litigators' swords. My teams,

Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me--

That ever with a ready "thanks" took

The deposition and the motion, and opposed

Bold litigators, zealous representatives--you and I are weary;

Weariness hath yet its honour and its toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Justice.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2760384&forum_id=3#26958218)