When A Man Makes Up His Mind

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.

Herein Is Not Only A Great Vanity, But A Great Contempt Of God's Good Gifts, That The Sweetness Of Man's Breath, Being A Good Gift Of God, Should Be Willfully Corrupted By This Stinking Smoke.

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.

The Wisest Fool In Christendom.

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.