Note 1 — ISAIAH. (continued 3)

Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind, Nor cruelty nor mercy change her mind. When some escape for that which others die, Mercy to those, to these is cruelty: A fine and slender net the spider weaves: Which little and slight animals receives; And if she catch a summer bee or fly, They with a piteous groan and murmur die; But if a wasp or hornet she entrap, They tear her cords, like a Sampson, and escape; So, like a fly, the poor offender dies; But like the wasp, the rich escapes and flies.—Sir John Denham.

In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft ’tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But ’tis not so above: There is no shuffling, there the action lies In its nature: and we ourselves compell’d, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.—Shakespeare.