Because I Fear God, I Have No

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

I Desire Not To Keep My Place In This Government An Hour Longer Than I May Preserve England In Its Just Rights, And May Protect The People Of God In Such A Just Liberty Of Their Consciences.

I Have Not The Particular Shining Bauble Or Feather In My Cap For Crowds To Gaze At Or Kneel To, But I Have Power And Resolution For Foes To Tremble At.

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!

My Desire Is To Make What Haste I Can To Be Gone.