Tyrant to others, to her self unjust,
Only commands things difficult and hard:
Forbids us all things which it knows is Lust,
Makes easie pains, unpossible reward.
If Nature did not take delight in blood,
She would have made more easie way to good.
We that are bound by vows and by promotion,
With pomp of Holy Sacrifice and Rites,
To teach belief in good and still devotion,
To preach of Heavens wonders, and delights;
Yet when each of us in his own Heart looks,
He finds the God there unlike his Books.
They forbad some meats as unclean,
which yet were wholsom; commanding
others to be used, which yet must be offer'd
or sacrificed, that so they might have their
parts; allotting some days to labour, and
others to idleness: of all which, and many
more conspicuous in pomp and ceremony,
they constituted themselves the Patrons and
Procurers. To whom no men were so odi∣ous
as your incredulous honest men; for if
a man were incredulous and vicious, that
was the greater honour to the credulous
party; or if a man were credulous and vi∣cious,
that did not any more reflect upon
their Religion, than one man's being hang'd
for dishonesty, scandalizes a Government;
besides they might pretend his Faith was