But since they are kept (like Cocks of the Game) that are good for nothing in Nature, but to fight, these For∣lorns will serve for a Forlorn, and to blunt the Enemy's Swords; for, if they will not fight, they are good for nothing but, like the Locusts of Aegypt, to eat up every green thing: If these be Cowards, they must be punisht as all Cowards are in a well-disciplin'd Army, with pre∣sent Death.
For, plow they cannot, work they will not, fight they dare not, for they are alwaies unsit to dye, and therefore must be afraid to dye. This Locust, like other Locusts, is one of the Plagues of Mankind, good for nothing whilst it lives, but Mischiefs, and therefore, though unfit to dye, yet unfit to live.
These are the men that nourish and foment Wars in Europe; War is their Trade, their Commodity, and can you blame them, if they make the utmost penny they can of their Trade and Profession? But, as bad as this Ca∣terpillar is, I have another in the
2. Second place to expose, that always fights in a bad Cause, and therefore is worse (if worse can be) than a Souldier of Fortune; for, this Man-slayer fights as seldom as is possible, since he does not love fighting, but as lazy men love Work, they must starve without it; he fights to eat, and if he could eat without fighting, it would be the camest Brute alive.
But, in the next place I must shew you a Hector, that loves fighting and killing in a bad Cause, as he loves his Life, nay, more than his Life or his Salvation; I mean the Duelist, that thinks himself a tall fellow if he has kil∣led his Man, though thereby guilty of a double Mur∣ther, 1st, of his Adversary; 2dly, of himself.
So unhappy is this Man of Blood, if he dies in his Blood, and breathes Revenge to his last Breath, then it is a fearful thing to think of his fatal Doom; and if he