And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Fall of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.
Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34.