I Can Make A Lord, But Only

God Has Power To Create, Or Destroy, Make, Or Unmake At His Pleasure, To Give Life, Or Send Death, To Judge All, And To Be Judged Nor Accountable To None: To Raise Low Things, And To Make High Things Low At His Pleasure, And To God Are Both Soul And Body Due. And The Like Power Have Kings; They Make And Unmake Their Subjects: They Have Power Of Raising, And Casting Down: Of Life, And Of Death: Judges Over All Their Subjects, And In All Causes, And Yet Accountable To None But God Only.

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

It Is One Of God's Blessings That We Cannot Foreknow The Hour Of Our Death; For A Time Fixed, Even Beyond The Possibility Of Living, Would Trouble Us More Than Doth This Uncertainty.

If You Aim At A Scottish Presbytery, It Agreeth As Well With Monarchy, As God And The Devil. ... No Bishop, No King! I Will Make Them Conform Themselves, Or Else I Will Harry Them Out Of The Land, Or Else Do Worse.

If I Were Not A King, I Would Be A University Man; And If It Were So That I Must Be A Prisoner, If I Might Have My Wish, I Would Desire To Have No Other Prison Than That Library [the Bodleian].