To other crimes were by the danger led,
And crimes with like excuse——The smuggler cries, 190
“What guilt is his who pays for what he buys?”
The poacher questions, with perverted mind,
“Were not the gifts of heaven for all design’d?”
This cries, “I sin not—take not till I pay;”—
That, “My own hand brought down my proper prey.”—
And while to such fond arguments they cling,
How fear they God? how honour they the king?
Such men associate, and each other aid,