Againe, of the same (ANd yet blinde Iustice sees hr Sword to sheath)

ANd yet blinde Iustice sees hr Sword to sheath,
if any offer her a Sheath of Gold;
Nay, high and hardy Hands oft sincke beneath
the abiect Gift and Giuer, to vphold.

There's nought more free than gift: yet nought more ties
the Hand, that takes them, to the Girs will:
And yet (h woe therefore) some, gody-wise,
take Gifts, as good: and giue, as gifts were ill.

Were I a Diuell, yet were I liberall,
(in this damn'd Age) I would be seru'd with Saints:
For, if I sent bright Angels to them all,
they would adore me, maugre all restraints:
But, were I GOD, if Gold were not my Friend,
Pure Saints, in shew, would lothe me like a Fiend.