A monitory, and hortatory letter, to those English, who debauch the Indians, by selling…

But what Gains do you propose unto your selves by this Desperate Action? A few Pennies, or Shillings. The Souls, the Immortal Souls of the Indians, and you own Souls, into the Bargain, may then Cry out upon you, A Goodly price are we valued at, of them! I beseech you, Sirs, Don't set such a contemptible Price, upon • Precious and Immortal SOUL! Which if a man d• lose, he is a sad Looser, though he have gained the who•• World. And yet, I must also tell you, That even those little Gains, which you make by this vile Trade, wil• have a secret, but a speedy, Blast upon them: You'• suddenly find, That you have gained nothing at all, bu• put all into a Bag with Holes. If it be (and that ma• is more an Atheist, than the very Devil that Articled against Job of old, who will not grant, that it is) Th• Blessing of God on the work of mens Hands, by which thei• Substance is increased: you must Expect little Increas• from the Trade of Selling Drink to the Indians; for yo• cannot expect the Blessing of God on the work of you• Hands; It would be a Blasphemy for you to Ask or Look for His Blessing. It may be, you take Advantage from the Insatiable Thirst of the Indians after Strong Drink t• Squeeze Rich Pennyworths out of them. This does bu• add unto your Iniquity; For that man is an Oppressor in his Dealings, who does not conform to these two Golden Rules of Charity in them. First, To Deal b• others as I would have them Deal by me; And, Next, T• a•m at the Good of those with whom I Deal, as well as at m• own. Wherefore, you do but Cheat the Indians, whe• you find the Madness of their Lust, lays them open unto your Tricks upon them, and then play upon them with such Tricks, as cause them, when they come unt themselves, even to Tear their own Hair for Madness Go write then, at the Foot of your unlawful Gains those two Texts for the Sum Total of them: [