For Sudden Joys, Like Griefs,

I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which I Had Once Bent My Thoughts Upon, And That Was To Try If I Could Not Make Some Of My Barley Into Malt, And Then Try To Brew Myself Some Beer.

'tis No Sin To Cheat The Devil.

I Am Giving An Account Of What Was, Not Of What Ought Or Ought Not To Be.

Law Is But A Heathen Word For Power.

I Saw The Cloud, Though I Did Not Foresee The Storm.