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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A64720) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 51607) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 520:11) The unjust judge's creed, replied to Mr. Ezekiel Edgworth, Arch-Deacon of Newgate Edgworth, Ezekiel. 1 sheet (2 p.) s.n., [London : 1681?] Broadside. Caption title. In verse. "The Arch-Deacons answer": p. 2. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century eebo The unjust judge's creed, replied to Mr. Ezekiel Edgworth, Arch-Deacon of Newgate. [no entry] 1681 2 422 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2006-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-11 Sampled and proofread 2006-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Unjust Judge's CREED , REPLIED To Mr. EZEKIEL EDGWORTH , Arch-Deacon of Newgate . Qui Bavium non odit , amet tua carmina Maevi . J. YOu rambled once , and seem'd to say , That Judges must be judg'd one day ; T' would fix on us such foul Disgraces , To th' mighty less'ning of our Places . Is 't fit for Us to be control'd By slavish Fear , so want bright Gold From dangers distant , but how far Could ne'er be prov'd yet by you Sir ? What! shall not we Men hang , or quit , Or Witness sham , as we think fit ? I tell thee , Priest , I 've Authors read , And know as much as can be said ; Nought's after Death , Death 's but a Puff , A Groan , when Nature plays us off . Let 's all lay by both Hope and Fear , Of future State let 's take no Care , For we shall be but as we were . Time still devours us , spite of Art , And Death destroys our thinking part . So th' tale of Hell and th' old grim Sir , 'Bout which you Black-Coats keep such stir , Are but vain , empty , idle Dreams , Arising from distemper'd Brains .
The Arch-Deacons ANSWER . IF that be true your Lordship says , You may , like Bulls , live Jovial Days : Bulls only have the better on 't , You somtimes fear , which they do not . Their Fronts are curl'd , though not with Care Nor Choice , yet they 've their entire share . They court their Miss , their Meat , their Drink ; Thrice happy Brutes , they never think Of Peace , or War , or Dutch , or French , Or new Intrigue of Madam-Wench . They careless are , how bought , how sold ; Or whether Tagus sands be Gold . Hereafter ( altho ) Death should be An Inlet to Eternity , Then your Lordship pays t' a farthing , Both for Justice and your — Howe're , if 't be as you divine , The Hermit's as well 's the Libertine . For it's Futurity of State , Distinguishing our unknown Fate , That good from bad doth separate . Live then , My Lord , that you may've room To hope , not fear , a State to Come .
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