Whose life is rul'd by Honour's laws;

  Who owns, in philosophic guise,

    A Deity ... a first great cause: ...

  Yet boasts his mind no shackles wears: ...

    'Tis hard his solemn Oath to trust;

  For, without future hopes and fears,

    Know I if Conscience makes him just? ...

  And then, the' admitted evidence ...

    Ye Jurors, can his word be true?

  Tempted, in his own defence,

    To feign another's crime to you.

  When venial crimes in Love's gay spring,

    Prompt the youthful Female's sigh;

  When her roses all take wing,

    And Matrons sage her plight descry;

  Blushing, weeping, she'll confess

    The fault her faded cheeks discover:

  But, to make her crime the less,

    Imputes an outrage to her Lover.

  So strong the power of pride and shame,

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