_Gr._ I wonder then, what Heaven the great wits go to, such as my _Lord Duke_; I don't care to go there, let it be where it will; they are a tiresome kind of people, there's no bearing them, they'll make _a Hell_ wherever they come. _D._ Prithee hold thy fool's tongue, I tell thee, if there is any such place as we call NO WHERE; that's all the Heaven or Hell that I know of, or believe any thing about. _Gr._ Very good, my Lord--; so that _Heaven_ is _no where_, and _Hell_ is _no where_, and the _Devil_ is _nobody_, according to my _Lord Duke_! _D._ Yes Sir, and what then? _Gr._ And you are to go _no where_ when you die, are you? _D._ Yes, you Dog, don't you know what that incomparable noble genius my Lord _Rochester_ sings upon the subject, I believe it unfeignedly, After death nothing is, And nothing death. _Gr._ You believe it, my Lord, you mean, you would fain believe it if you could; but since you put that great genius my Lord _Rochester_ upon me, let me play him back upon _your Grace_; I am sure you have read his fine poem upon _nothing_, in one of the stanzas of which is this beautiful thought, And to be part of [2] thee The wicked wisely pray. _D._ You are a foolish Dog. _Gr._ And my _Lord Duke_ is a wise Infidel. _D._ Why? is it not wiser to believe _no Devil_, than to be always terrify'd at him? _Gr._ But shall I toss another Poet upon you, my Lord? If it should so fall out, as who can tell But there may be a GOD, a _Heaven_ and _Hell_? Mankind had best consider well, for fear 'T should be too late when their mistakes appear. _D._ D--m your foolish Poet, that's not my Lord _Rochester_. _Gr._ But how must I be damn'd, if there's _no Devil_? Is not _your Grace_ a little inconsistent there? My Lord _Rochester_ would not have said that, and't please your Grace. _D._ No, _you Dog_, I am not inconsistent at all, and if I had the ordering of you, I'd make you sensible of it; I'd make you think your self damn'd for want of _a Devil_. _Gr._ That's like one of _your Grace_'s paradoxes, such as when you swore _by God_ that you did not believe there was any such thing as _a God_, or _Devil_; so you swear by _nothing_, and damn me to _no where_. _D._ You are a critical Dog, who taught you to believe these solemn trifles? who taught you to say there is a GOD? _Gr._ Nay, I had a better school-master than my _Lord Duke_. _D._ Why, who was your school-master pray? _Gr._ _The Devil_, and't please your _Grace_. _D._ The Devil! _the Devil he did?_ what you're going to quote Scripture, are you? Prithee don't tell me of _Scripture_, I know what you mean, _the Devils believe and tremble_; why then I have the whip-hand of _the Devil_, for I hate trembling; and I am deliver'd from it effectually, for I never believed any thing of it, and therefore I don't tremble. _Gr._ And there, indeed, I am a wickeder creature than the _Devil_, or even than my _Lord Duke_, for I believe, and yet don't tremble neither.