And thus his honors cheaply wins,
His loyal cloak hides all his sins!
Friends, while small flies still feel our laws,
Shall big ones burst through rents and flaws,
And fall like Jove with golden shower,
To rob the iron-bolted tower;
Shall we from whom the gold was taken,
Remain, like Israel’s sons, unshaken
In our allegiance to the Devil,
Well knowing that his deeds are evil?