I Can Make A Lord, But Only

I Can Make A Lord, But Only God Can Make A Gentleman.

Smoke.. Makes A Kitchen Also Oftentimes In The Inward Parts Of Men, Soiling And Infecting Them, With An Unctuous And Oily Kinde Of Soote As Hath Been Found In Some Great Tobacco Takers, That After Their Death Were Opened.

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.

I Acknowledge The Roman Church To Be Our Mother Church, Although Defiled With Some Infirmities And Corruptions...let [the Papists] Assure Themselves, That, As I Am A Friend Of Their Persons, If They Be Good Subjects, So Am I A Vowed Enemy, And Do Denounce Mortal War To Their Errors.

God Gives Not Kings The Stile Of Gods In Vaine, For On His Throne His Sceptre Do They Sway; And As Their Subjects Ought Them To Obey, So Kings Should Feare And Serve Their God Againe.