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When by a pardon's murderer blood is spilt,
The judge that pardon’d hath the greatest guilt ;
Who accuse rigour, make a gross mistake,
One criminal pardon'd, may an hundred make;
When justice on offenders is not done,
Law, government, and commerce, are o’erthrown ;
As besieg'd traitors with the fpe conspire,
T' unlock the gates, and set the town on fire.
Yet left the punishment th’offence exceed,
Justice with weight and measure must proceed :
Yet when pronouncing sentence, feem not glad,
Such spectacles, though they are just, are fad;
Though what thou dost, thou ought'st not to repent,
Yet human bowels cannot but relent ;
Rather than all must suffer, some must die;
Yet nature must condole their misery.
And yet, if many equal guilt involve,
Thou may’ft not these condemn, and those absolve,
Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind,
Nor cruelty, nor mercy, change her mind;
When some escape for that which others die,
Mercy to thofe, to these is cruelty.
A fine and slender net the spider weaves,
Which little and light animals receives ;
And if she catch a common bee or fly,
They with a piteous groan and murmur die ;
But if a wasp or hornet she entrap,
They tear her cords like Sampfon, and escape ;
So like a fly the poor offender dies;
But, like the walp, the rich escapes and fies.
Do not, if one but lightly thee offend,
The punishment beyond the crime extend ;
Ör after warning the offence forget ;
So God himself our failings doth remit.
Expect not more from fervants than is just,
Reward them well, if they observe their trust;
Nor them with cruelty or pride invade,
Since God and nature them our brothers made ;
If his offence be great, let that suffice;
If light, forgive, for no man 's always wise.
In vain on study time away we throw,
When we forbear to act the things we know.
The soldier that philosopher well blam’d,
Who long and loudly in the schools declaim’d;
Tell (said the soldier) venerable fir,
Why all these words, this clamour, and this stir ?
Why do disputes in wrangling spend the day?
Whilst one says only yea, and t’other nay.
Oh, said the doctor, we for wisdom toil'd,
For which none toils too much : the soldier smil'd ;
You ’re grey and old, and to some pious use
This mass of treasure you should now reduce :
But you your store have hoarded in some bank,
For which th' infernal spirits shall you thank.
Let what. thou learneft be by practice shown,
'Tis said that wisdom's children make her known.
What's good doth open to th’ enquirer stand,
And itself offers to th’accepting hand;
All things by order and true measures done,
Wisdom will end, as well as the begun.
Let early care thy main concerns fecure,
Things of less moment may delays endure :
Men do not for their servants first
And of their wives and children quit the care ;
Yet when we ’re fick, the doctor 's fetcht in haste,
Leaving our great concernment to the last.
When we are well, our hearts are only set
(Which way we care not) to be rich, or great;
What shall become of all that we have got;
We only know that us it follows not ;
And what a trifle is a moment's breath, Laid in the scale with everlasting death! What's time, when on eternity we think? A thousand ages in that sea must fink; Time's nothing but a word, a million Is full as far from infinite as one. To whom thou much doft owe, thou much must pay, Think on the debt against th’accompting-day; God, who to thee reason and knowledge lent, Will ask how these two talents have been spent. Let not low pleasures thy high reason blind, He's mad, that seeks what no man e'er could find. Why should we fondly please our sense, wherein Beasts us exceed, nor feel the stings of sin ? What thoughts man's reason better can become, Than th' expectation of his welcome home? Lords of the world have but for life their lease, And that to (if the lesser please) must cease. Death cancels nature's bonds, but for our deeds (That debt first paid) a strict account succeeds ; If here not clear’d, no suretyship can bail Condemned debtors from th' eternal gaol. Christ's blood 's our balsam; if that cure us here, Him, when our judge, we shall not find severe ; His yoke is easy when by us embrac'd, But loads and galls, if on our necks 'tis cast. Be just in all thy actions; and if join'd With those that are not, never change thy mind : If aught obstruct thy course, yet stand not still, But wind about, till you have topp'd the hill;
To the same end men several paths may tread,
As many doors into one temple lead ;
And the same hand into a fist may close,
Which instantly a palm expanded fhows :
Justice and faith never forsake the wife,
him in disguise ;
Not turning like the wind, but if the state
Of things must change, he is not obstinate ;
Things past, and future, with the present weighs,
Nor credulous of what vain rumour says.
Few things by wisdom are at first believ'd ;
An easy ear deceives, and is deceiv'd :
For many truths have often past for lies,
And lies as often put on truth's disguise :
As flattery too oft like friendship shows,
So them who speak plain truth we think our foes.
No quick reply to dubious questions make,
Suspence and caution still prevent mistake.
When any great design thou doft intend,
Think on the means, the manner, and the end :
All great concernments must delays endure ;
Rashness and haste make all things unsecure;
And if uncertain thy pretensions be,
Stay till fit time wear out uncertainty ;
But if to unjust things thou dost pretend,
Ere they begin let thy pretenfions end.
Let thy discourse be fuch, that thou may'st give
Profit to others, or from them receive :
Inftruét the ignorant; to those that live
Under thy care, good rules and patterns give ;.