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And yet do nothing in their own Sense,
But what they ought by Oath and Conscience.
Can they not juggle, and with slight
Conveyance play with Wrong and Right ;
And fell their Blasts of Wind as dear
As Lapland Witches bottled Air ?
Will not Fear, Favour, Bribe, and Grudge,
The fame Cafe sev'ral ways adjudge ?
As Seamen with the self-fame Gale
Will fev'ral diff'rent Courses fail
As when the Sea breaks o'er its Bounds,
And overflows the level Grounds,
Those Banks and Damms, that like a Skreen
Did keep it out, now keep it in:
So when Tyrannick U furpation,
Invades the Freedom of a Nation,
The Laws o'th' Land that were intended
To keep it out, are made defend it.
Does not in Chanc'ry ev'ry Man fwear
What makes best for him in his Answer? į
Is not the winding up Witnesses
A nicking more than balf the Bus’ness ?
For Witnesses, like Watches
go Just as they're set, too fast or slow. And where in Conscience th' are straight lacid, 'Tis ten to one that side is caft. :? Do not your Juries give their Verdiet As if they felt the Cause, not heard it? And as they please Make Matter of Fa&t. :? Run all on one side, as th' are pack’t ? Nature has made Man's Breast no Windore: To publish what he does within doors 5 Nor what dark secrets there inhabit, Unless his own rafh folly blab it. If Oaths can do a Man no good, In his own bus’ness, why they shou'd In other matters do him hurt, I think there's little Reason for’t : He that imposes an Oath makes it, Not he that for Convenience takes it; Then how can any Man be said, To break an Qatb he never made >
1 These Reasons may perhaps look odly To th' Wicked, though th' evince the Godly;
But if they will not serve to clear
My Honour, I am ne'er the near.
Honour is like that glaffy Bubble
That finds Philosophers such trouble,
Whose least part crack’d, the whole does fly,
And Wits are crackd, to find out why.
Quoth Ralpho; Honour's but a Word
To swear by only in a Lord:
In other Men 'tis but a Huff,
To vapour with instead of proof;
That like a Wen, looks big and swells,
Is senseless, and just nothing else.
Let it (quoth he) be what it will,
It has the World's Opinion still.
But as Men are not Wife that run
The slightest bazard they may shun:
There may a Medium be found out
To clear to all the World the doubt
And that is, if a Man may do't,
By Proxy whipt, or Substitute.
Though nice and dark the point appear, (Quoth Ralph). it may hold up and clear.
That Sinners may supply the place
Of suffring Saints, is a plain Case.
Justice gives Sentence many times
On one Man for another's Crimes.
Our Brethren of New-England use
Choice Malefactors to excuse,
And bang the Guiltless in their stead,
Of whom the Churches have less need:
As lately happen'd in a Town
There liv'd a Cobler, and but one,
That out of Doctrine could cut Use,
And mend Mens Lives as well as Sboes.
This precious Brother having slain
In times of Peace, an Indian,
(Not out Malice, but meer Zeal,
Because he was an Infidel)
The mighty Tottipottymnoj
Sent to our Elders an Envoy;
Complaining forely of the Breach
Of Leaguè, held forth by Brother Patch,
Against the Articles in force
Between both Cburches, his and ours,
For which he crav'd the Saints to render
Into his hands, or hang th' Offender :
But they maturely having weigh'd
They had no more but him o'th' Trade,
(A Man that serv'd them in a double
Capacity, to Teach and Cobble)
Resolv'd to sparc him; yet to do
The Indian Hughgan Moghgan too
Impartial Justice, in his stead did
Hang an old Weaver that was Bed-rid.
Then wherefore may not you be skipp'd,
And in your room another whipp'd?
For all Philosophers, but the Sceptick,
Hold VV bipping may be Sympathetick.
It is enough, quoth Hudibras,
Thou hast resolv'd, and cleard the Case;
And canst in Conscience not refuse
From thy own Doćirine to raise Use:
I know thou wilt not (for my fake)
Be tender-Conscienc'd of thy Back :
Then strip thee of thy Carnal Jerkin,
And give thy outward-fellow a Ferking,