This another Canto taking place in either the late eighteenth or early nineteenth century. I would hazard to say it is the eighteenth century.

I say this because if there is one thing Pound does well is capturing the style of that period. If you have done any reading of English letters from the seventeenth through the end of the eighteenth century, you’d see a unique style. Things like writings of Samuels Pepys and Johnson or of Lawrence Sterne’s comic masterpiece, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman. The French have a wonderful term for the sort of shapeshifting, genre-less writings of the period: belles letres.

In terms of contemporaries, I think of the scene in Ulysses (the Scylla and Charybdis episode, I believe) when Stephen is drinking with the medical students and entire chapter progresses, stylistically, through the history of English literature, from the Anglo-Saxon through Middle English through Shakespeare through Dickens…

That same commitment to capturing the particular voice of periods in literature is something that Pound clearly shares.

Whereon said Lord Coke, speaking of Empson and Dudley,
the end of these two oppressors
shd/ deter others from committing the like
that they bring not in absolute and partial trials by direction
…by every legal measure, sirs, we recommend you…