We See The Judges Look Like Lions,

Ceremony Keeps Up Things: 'tis Like A Penny Glass To A Rich Spirit, Or Some Excellent Water; Without It The Water Were Spilt, And The Spirit Lost.

If The Prisoner Should Ask The Judge Whether He Would Be Content To Be Hanged, Were He In His Case, He Would Answer No. Then, Says The Prisoner, Do As You Would Be Done To.

A Glorious Church Is Like A Magnificent Feast; There Is All The Variety That May Be, But Every One Chooses Out A Dish Or Two That He Likes, And Lets The Rest Alone: How Glorious Soever The Church Is, Every One Chooses Out Of It His Own Religion, By Which He Governs Himself, And Lets The Rest Alone.

We See The Judges Look Like Lions, But We Do Not See Who Moves Them.

He That Hath A Scrupulous Conscience Is Like A Horse That Is Not Well Weighed; He Starts At Every Bird That Flies Out Of The Hedge.