Mace(i)
4 hark! what a noise there is of hire, of which you cheated the labourers, who gather'd in your harvest! the cries of the reapers have reach'd even the Lord of the celestial militia.
5 you have liv'd on the earth in voluptuousness and luxury: you have indulg'd your selves as in a day of sacrifice:
6 you have condemn'd the just, you have put him to death, though he did not oppose you.