“_Blessed is the man_, indeed, then, as the author of the book of _Ecclesiasticus_ expresses it, _who is not pricked with the multitude of his sins: Blessed is the man whose heart hath not condemned him; whether he be rich, or whether he be poor, if he have a good heart_ (a heart thus guided and informed) _he shall at all times rejoice in a chearful countenance; his mind shall tell him more than seven watch-men that sit above upon a tower on high_.” --[A tower has no strength, quoth my uncle _Toby_, unless ’tis flank’d.]-- “In the darkest doubts it shall conduct him safer than a thousand casuists, and give the state he lives in, a better security for his behaviour than all the causes and restrictions put together which law-makers are forced to multiply: --_Forced_, I say, as things stand; human laws not being a matter of original choice, but of pure necessity, brought in to fence against the mischievous effects of those consciences which are no law unto themselves; well intending, by the many provisions made, --that in all such corrupt and misguided cases, where principles and the checks of conscience will not make us upright, --to supply their force, and, by the terrors of gaols and halters, oblige us to it.” [I see plainly, said my father, that this sermon has been composed to be preached at the Temple, ----or at some Assize. --I like the reasoning, --and am sorry that Dr. _Slop_ has fallen asleep before the time of his conviction: --for it is now clear, that the Parson, as I thought at first, never insulted St. _Paul_ in the least; --nor has there been, brother, the least difference between them. ----A great matter, if they had differed, replied my uncle _Toby_, --the best friends in the world may differ sometimes. ----True, --brother _Toby_, quoth my father, shaking hands with him, --we’ll fill our pipes, brother, and then _Trim_ shall go on. Well, ----what dost thou think of it? said my father speaking to Corporal _Trim_, as he reached his tobacco-box.