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An vnworthie Iudge 13.
IS IVSTICE griefe, in judging when Hee erres,
And partiallie, the Wrong, to Right preferres:
And when through Ignorance, Wrath, or Envy,
Th'Innocents Life, vpon his Lip doth ly.
His Handes are full of Brybes, defyl'd with Blood,
The guiltlesse Gore, it fatts him most of Food.
His Heart is full of Hypocriticke Hate,
His Tongue of Treason, Vntrueth, and Deceit.
His face is feign'd, and Smooth as smoothest Oyle,
Politickly, more to oppresse and spoyle.
Hee is a Man more morall, than divynd,
Iudicious more, than to bee just enclynd.
His Mercie mercinarie is, and solde,
His kyndest countenance, vncoft, is colde.
His Lips doe lavish, Legendes of the Lawes,
Yet giues colde comfort, to the Poore mans cause.
The weightie Angell doth over-weigh his Grace,
And turnes him Devill on his Tribunall place.
Altho the liverie of the Law, hee weares,
His Processe all vnlawfull led appeares.
His holinesse, is superficiall,
And seemeth to bee so, and that is all.
Into the preached word, hee hath no Pleasure,
And for the Worlde, to heare it, hath no leasure.
His appetites, as they his Mynde doe moue,
Is the Religion, that hee best doth loue.
His goods, they are his Glorie, and his Gaine,
And hee impure, doth bot his place profane,
While Iustice sacred Seat, hee makes to bee,
By his abuse, nought bot a Boucherie.