I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living

Weeds And Nettles, Briars And Thorns, Have Thriven Under Your Shadow, Dissettlement And Division, Discontentment And Dissatisfaction, Together With Real Dangers To The Whole.

Sir, What Can Be Said Of These Things? Is It The Arm Of The Flesh That Hath Done These Things? Is It The Wisdom And Counsel, Or Strength Of Man? It Is The Lord Only. God Will Curse That Man And His House That Dares To Think Otherwise. Sir, You See The Work Is Done By A Divine Leading. God Gets Into The Hearts Of Men, And Persuades Them To Come Under You.

He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases To Be Good.

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.

You Have Sat Too Long For Any Good You Have Been Doing. Depart, I Say, And Let Us Have Done With You. In The Name Of God, Go!