Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' th' nation? - Samuel Butler

We idly sit, like stupid blockheads, Our hands committed to our pockets, And nothing but our tongues at large, To get the wretches a discharge: Like men condemn'd to thunder-bolts, Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts; Or fools besotted with their crimes, That know not how to shift betimes, And neither have the hearts to stay, Nor wit enough to run away.

Like feather bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

These reasons made his mouth to water.