Or thus,
[verse 1] WHen you in private Councils sit,
Are all your Counsels just?
May Men to you their lives commit,
Or your Decisions trust?
[verse 2] No wretched Men! your tainted Hearts
Iniquity pursue,
Your bloody Hands, and faithless Arts,
Make Earth her Groans renew.
[verse 3] I long their impious Race have known,
How from the Womb they ly'd,
Their Infant Years, to Falshood prone,
Their Elder Age supply'd.
[verse 4] Poor harmless things compar'd with these
Black poisonous Serpents are,
With their hard-hearted Policies,
Deaf Adders can't compare.
[verse 5] Adders defy the Charmer's Arts,
And all his Cant defy:
And these with unrelenting Hearts,
Throw off the Sufferer's cry.