Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
K. RICH. [Reads]
“Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold,
For Dickon343 thy master is bought and sold.”
A thing devised by the enemy.
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
