And as we have waſted our Strength and vital Subſtance in this profuſe manner, ſo we have ſhamefully miſapplied it to Ends at leaſt very different from thoſe for which we undertook the War, and often to effect others which after a Peace we may ſeverely repent.

The Lord will not suffer the soul of the righteous to famish.

to slug a gun

Sacred and just, thou great and dreadfull Jove, And you thrice reverende powers, whom love nor hate May wrest awry, if this to me a man, This fortune fatall bee, that I must pleade For safe excusall of my giltless thought,