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CHAPTER 12th.
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How can that being who is boundless Love,
And holds Heav'n's perfect balances above—
Whose hand the sword of Justice still suspends,
E'er view such vile offenders as His Friends?
How can such Conscience His pure Throne approach,
Whose treacherous tricks on civil claims encroach?
To Christ's tribunal daringly appeal,
And no remorse, fears, nor forebodings, feel,
But tempt the tryal of that awful test,
While counteracting Heav'n's most high behest?
Spoke thus, in thunder, from dread Sinai's heights,
“Man, like his own, shall hold all other's rights!”
And holds Heav'n's perfect balances above—
Whose hand the sword of Justice still suspends,
E'er view such vile offenders as His Friends?
How can such Conscience His pure Throne approach,
Whose treacherous tricks on civil claims encroach?
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And no remorse, fears, nor forebodings, feel,
But tempt the tryal of that awful test,
While counteracting Heav'n's most high behest?
Spoke thus, in thunder, from dread Sinai's heights,
“Man, like his own, shall hold all other's rights!”
How can such crafty Miscreants Neighbours face,
With calm composure, in a public place?
Confront a Fellow's look devoid of fear,
Convinc'd they cheat each honest creature there?
Or shake right hands, without the blush of shame,
While the left holds, conceal'd, that other's claim?
With calm composure, in a public place?
Confront a Fellow's look devoid of fear,
Convinc'd they cheat each honest creature there?
Or shake right hands, without the blush of shame,
While the left holds, conceal'd, that other's claim?
Let not Delinquents, thus, themselves deceive—
By such base practices both Parties thieve!
In each such secret, such injurious, job,
Each faithful Tradesman, thus, they foully rob!
While still is stolen, by such vile, peecant, plan,
Some property from every honest Man—
Thus all who basely join such unjust band,
Become vile Nuisances in every Land!
By such base practices both Parties thieve!
In each such secret, such injurious, job,
Each faithful Tradesman, thus, they foully rob!
While still is stolen, by such vile, peecant, plan,
Some property from every honest Man—
Thus all who basely join such unjust band,
Become vile Nuisances in every Land!
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