And both in one sudden me-thinks they do cry,
That fire eternal my soul shall destroy.
Haphazard. Why, these are but thoughts, man: why, fie for shame, fie!
For Conscience was careless and sailing by seas,
Was drowned in a basket and had a disease,
Sore moved for pity, when he would grant none,
For being hard-hearted was turned to a stone:
And sailing by Sandwich he sank for his sin.
Then care not for conscience the worth of a pin.
And judgment judge[d] Justice to have a reward