Necessity Makes An Honest Man A Knave.

Avery Fine City; The Four Principal Streets Are The Fairest For Breadth, And The Finest Built That I Have Ever Seen In One City Together? In A Word,'tis The Cleanest And Beautifullest, And Best Built City In Britain, London Excepted.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

Alas The Church Of England! What With Popery On One Hand, And Schismatics On The Other, How Has She Been Crucified Between Two Thieves!

The Best Of Men Cannot Suspend Their Fate; The Good Die Early, And The Bad Die Late.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.