Why does the fober-deem'd fwear o'er his Cann; 'Tis ill to contradict the Gentleman: He Heav'n expects, who fwears but now and then, At laft fo often, that he knows not when. Why doth the lofing Gamefter curfe in vain? Could Oaths be Cash, and Fortune long should smile, Why doth the Mafter hear his Servants fwear, Why doth the Poor infernal Language vent Against the Great, the Good, Omnipotent ? Why doth he follow JoB's impatient Wife, And hate the Cross that leads to future Life ? E 4 What makes the Soldier dutiful? An Oath? What makes the Sailor fly? A Look, or both?" Quite the reverfe; for CROMWELL'S Men, I hear, Would pray, and fight against their King, not swear. Is Learning loft, and Revelation vain ? Is Reason buried? and from thence, what Gain? And the full Bumper, the full Toper charms. : Revenge a Sweetnefs, Hate ill Usage plead; The Jealous with vain Fears his Mind supplies, . While the poor Swearer to eternal Fire Headlong, for Nothing, Soul and Body fends; And who with Saints might live, will die with Fiends. Think foberly on the uncertain Hour, Death, Judgment, Heav'n and Hell, think on thefe Four. Think on the Grave, where all forgotten lie; From God's pure Prefence to eternal Night; Shall Provocation urge an Oath? 'tis hard! Can equal GOD's Displeasure, and thy Lofs. His Lips, his Mouth, from speaking even Good, Our Saviour to us an Example fhews, And, tho' petition'd, would not hurt the Jews: Without an Oath, he will enable you To bear the little Ills this World can do. View thyself, Man! examine well, and fee What mighty Wonders center all in Thee. The curious Eyes are fenc'd beneath the Brow, { 1 Quick they receive the Light, the Ears the Sound, How various is the Tafte, the Smell as much! Of Pain, and Pleafure fenfible the Touch. And to proclaim our Maker's Praise, our Tongues, The Heart erect! with divine Prefence grac'd, If Good; if Bad, then Satan over-rules: How wonderfully art thou made, O Man! Why will ye call on GoD your Souls to damn, Immortal, Immaterial, and of Pain, Or Pleasure capable, and thefe are plain: Thefe Acts, as they in Good or Ill abound, Convey to Her her Peace, or deadly Wound. Learn hence to dread that Name that form'd you firft, Ever with Him to live, or ever curft. What Thirst will feize your Lips, what Pains your Loins, When He his Anger with his Thunder joins? The Tongue that fo profanely us'd his Name, Shall fuffer in a never-ceafing Flame. Th' intolerable Infults of the Fiends Whose Cause you now efpoufe, and stand their Friends! Forgive me, LORD! while others I condemn, Perhaps more finful, when compar'd to them. Forgive the Sins I know, unknown to me, Forgot, or Sins of whatfoe'er Degree. We, in thy Law our Condemnation read, Before thy Throne of Grace, we guilty plead. The facred Influence of thy Mercy fhed, And fave our Souls for whom thy Wounds have bled. A |