My Desire Is To Make What Haste

I Would Have Been Glad To Have Lived Under My Wood Side, And To Have Kept A Flock Of Sheep, Rather Than To Have Undertaken This Government.

I Have Learned That If You Fear God, You Have No One Else To Fear.

Do Not Trust The Cheering, For Those Persons Would Shout As Much If You Or I Were Going To Be Hanged.

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

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