A _just_ man cannot fear, Not, though the malice of traducing tongues, The open vastness of a tyrant’s ear, The senseless rigour of the wrested laws, Or the red eyes of strain’d authority, Should, in a point meet all to take his life, His innocence is armour ’gainst all these. _Ben Jonson._ The words of Heaven, on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still ’tis _just_. _Shakspere._ His life is parallel’d Even with the stroke and line of his great _justice_; He doth with holy abstinence subdue That in himself, which he spurs on his power To qualify in others; where he meal’d With that which he corrects, than where he tyrannous; But this being so, he’s _just_. _Shakspere._ Heaven’s king Keeps register of every thing, And nothing may we use in vain; Ev’n beasts must be with _justice_ slain. _Marvell._ Well, then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain; Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above With greater triumph yet return again And conquer His own _justice_ with His love. Commanding earth and seas to render those Unto His bliss for whom he paid His woes. _Wotton._ So sure the fall of greatness raised on crimes! So fixed the _justice_ of all-conscious Heaven! When haughty guilt exalts with impious joy, Mistake shall blast, or accident destroy; Weak man, with erring rage, may throw the dart, But Heaven shall guide it to the guilty heart. _Dr. Johnson._ Say, how can man be _justified_ by God? Thy vaults eternity would echo. How? But from the cross, responding grace replies To this high question. Faith in Christ is life And Love and Righteousness. Completely fit To each vast claim of violated law. _R. Montgomery._ The Sun of _Justice_ may withdraw his beams Awhile from earthly ken, and sit concealed In dark recess pavilioned round with clouds: Yet let not guilt presumptuous rear her crest, Nor virtue droop despondent: soon these clouds, Seeming eclipse, will brighten into day, And in majestic splendour He will rise, With healing and with terror on His wings. _George Bally._