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A Brewer may do what he will,
And rob the Church and State, to ſell
His Soul unto the Devil of Hell,
Which no body can deny.
And rob the Church and State, to ſell
His Soul unto the Devil of Hell,
Which no body can deny.
LXXXIII.
The Power of the Sword.
Lay by your Pleading, Law lies a Bleeding,
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the Word has, and can afford us
Not half ſo many Privileges as the Sword has:
It foſters your Maſters, it plaſters Diſaſters,
And makes your Servants, quickly greater than their Maſters;
It venters, it enters, it circles, it centers,
And makes a Prentice free in ſpight of his Indentures.
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the Word has, and can afford us
Not half ſo many Privileges as the Sword has:
It foſters your Maſters, it plaſters Diſaſters,
And makes your Servants, quickly greater than their Maſters;
It venters, it enters, it circles, it centers,
And makes a Prentice free in ſpight of his Indentures.
This takes off tall Things, and ſets up ſmall Things,
This maſters Money, though Money Maſters all Things;
’Tis not in Seaſon, to talk of Reaſon,
Or call it Legal, when the Sword will have it Treaſon;
This maſters Money, though Money Maſters all Things;
’Tis not in Seaſon, to talk of Reaſon,
Or call it Legal, when the Sword will have it Treaſon;
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