I Had Rather Have A Plain, Russet-coated

What Is All Our Histories, But God Showing Himself, Shaking And Trampling On Everything That He Has Not Planted.

A Few Honest Men Are Better Than Numbers.

Necessity Hath No Law. Feigned Necessities, Imaginary Necessities, Are The Greatest Cozenage Men Can Put Upon The Providence Of God, And Make Pretences To Break Known Rules By.

That Which Brought Me Into The Capacity I Now Stand In, Was The Petition And Advice Given Me By You, Who, In Reference To The Ancient Constitution, Did Draw Me Here To Accept The Place Of Protector. There Is Not A Man Living Can Say I Sought It, No Not A Man, Nor Woman, Treading Upon English Ground.

The People Would Be Just As Noisy If They Were Going To See Me Hanged.