Were hang’d in hemp of their own beating;
Yet, it was thought, the sword she bore
Check’d but the desp’rate and the poor; 150
That, urg’d by mere necessity,
Were ty’d up to the wretched tree
For crimes, which not deserv’d that fate,
But to secure the rich and great.
Thus every part was full of vice, 155
Yet the whole mass a paradise;
Flatter’d in peace, and fear’d in wars