More Men Reclaim out of Shame, Fear, and Pure Necessity, then for the
Love of Honour, or Virtue. They that are Honest upon these Terms would be
Arrant Knaves if the Tables were Turn’d. They go along with the Devil,
while there’s either Pleasure, or Profit to be had on That side; but when
they come once to lose the Tast of the One, and the Means of the Other,
they are presently Register’d in the _Calender of New Converts_. The
Countenance of this Fable looks a little betwixt _Jest and Earnest_; but
This Mixture of Appearance does not hinder it from being a most Edifying
Satyr upon the Corruptions, and False Semblances of Humane Life. Lord!
How Sober, and Temperate do People grow, when they can Drink and Whore no
longer!