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For though the plain Judge, Conscience, makes no show,
But silently to her dark Session comes,
Not as red Law does to arraignment go,
Or War to Execution with loud Drums;

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Though she on Hills sets not her Gibbets high,
Where frightfull Law sets hers; nor bloody seems
Like War in Colours spred, yet secretly
She does her work, and many a Man condemns.

69.
Chokes in the seed, what Law, till ripe, ne'r sees;
What Law would punish, Conscience can prevent;
And so the world from many Mischiefs frees;
Known by her Cures, as Law by punishment.

70.
The weaker sighted ever look too nigh;
But their disputes have made your Charter good;
As doubted Tenures, which long pleadings trie,
Authentick grow by being much withstood.

71.
These Chiefs, for whom we holy Rites desire,
By well fought Fields begot this Cities peace;
Oft with their blood have quench'd intestine fire;
And oft our famines chang'd to glad excess.

72.
Their Rites let not the people be deny'd,
Though by untutor'd kindness rudely sought;
Nor think they have in private Combat dy'd,
Where Gondibert and mighty Oswald fought.

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Both Princes of the Lombards royal blood;
For whom full Thrice Three Hundred number'd are,
Whose anger strove to make their anger good;
Number gives strife th'authentick name of War.

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