Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife; Some men have surely, then, a peaceful life, In every tale they tell, or false or true, Well known, or such as no man ever knew— They fix attention, heedless of your pain, With oaths, like rivets, forc’d into your brain! A Persian, humble servant of the Sun, (Who, tho’ devout, yet bigotry had none) Hearing a Lawyer, grave in his address, With adjurations, every word impress— Suppos’d the man a Bishop! or at least, God’s Name upon his lips—a Priest! Bow’d at the close, with all his graceful airs, And begg’d an interest in his fervent prayers! _Only call to mind the third Commandment_! This subject the libertine may treat with contempt, and say, What have we to do with the law of commands—why it was only made for carnal characters; they will be judged by it! But surely the children of God, who love and esteem the Name of their Father, God, their Saviour, Jesus, will not, must not, blaspheme their Names.—Time would fail to mention all the ways by which the Name of Jesus is slighted, in light conversation on religious topics.—I wish to be understood here; I do not mean that upon the Name of Jesus, people are to adopt the Popish system of bowing the head or drop a curtsey, nor put on a fearful, dismal gloom; but to speak of his Name, Person, and Work, soberly, discreetly, yet affectionately; and upon their separation from each other, to commend each to God, with a degree of solemnity and christian affection—as “Farewell—Grace and Peace be with you—The Lord be with you;”—while the heart sweetly replies “and with thy spirit!”