Wealth, howsoever got, in England makes lords of mechanics, gentlemen of rakes; Antiquity and birth are needless here; 'Tis impudence and money makes a peer.

In trouble to be troubled, Is to have your trouble doubled.

And of all plagues with which mankind are curst, Ecclesiastic tyranny's the worst.

I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm.

Today we love what tomorrow we hate, today we seek what tomorrow we shun, today we desire what tomorrow we fear, nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of.

Alas the Church of England! What with Popery on one hand, and schismatics on the other, how has she been crucified between two thieves!

I am giving an account of what was, not of what ought or ought not to be.